Sweet Release
Words flow from my pencil,
Thoughts turn into words.
Feelings that have been kept inside,
At last come out.
I've kept it all in for so long now,
The words flow like a stream.
Pencil strokes smooth and flowing,
Letting out the thoughts of the past.
The feelings that have been in for months,
Come out at last.
Pencil strokes tell the story of,
My thoughts, my happiness, my pain.
Words flow from my pencil,
Only to become words few will read.
My feelings and thoughts are secret,
They are my own.
You don't know me, so don't judge.
You don't know my life, so back off.
If you can't except me for who I'am
The stay away.
The words are my thoughts,
They are my feelings.Words flow from my pencil,
Thoughts turn into words.
Feelings that have been kept inside,
At last come out.
I've kept it all in for so long now,
The words flow like a stream.
Pencil strokes smooth and flowing,
Letting out the thoughts of the past.
The feelings that have been in for months,
Come out at last.
Pencil strokes tell the story of,
My thoughts, my happiness, my pain.
Words flow from my pencil,
Only to become words few will read.
My feelings and thoughts are secret,
They are my own.
You don't know me, so don't judge.
You don't know my life, so back off.
If you can't except me for who I'am
The stay away.
The words are my thoughts,
They are my feelings.Words flow from my pencil,
Thoughts turn into words.
Feelings that have been kept inside,
At last come out.
I've kept it all in for so long now,
The words flow like a stream.
Pencil strokes smooth and flowing,
Letting out the thoughts of the past.
The feelings that have been in for months,
Come out at last.
Pencil strokes tell the story of,
My thoughts, my happiness, my pain.
Words flow from my pencil,
Only to become words few will read.
My feelings and thoughts are secret,
They are my own.
You don't know me, so don't judge.
You don't know my life, so back off.
If you can't except me for who I'am
The stay away.
The words are my thoughts,
They are my feelings.Words flow from my pencil,
Thoughts turn into words.
Feelings that have been kept inside,
At last come out.
I've kept it all in for so long now,
The words flow like a stream.
Pencil strokes smooth and flowing,
Letting out the thoughts of the past.
The feelings that have been in for months,
Come out at last.
Pencil strokes tell the story of,
My thoughts, my happiness, my pain.
Words flow from my pencil,
Only to become words few will read.
My feelings and thoughts are secret,
They are my own.
You don't know me, so don't judge.
You don't know my life, so back off.
If you can't except me for who I'am
The stay away.
The words are my thoughts,
They are my feelings.Words flow from my pencil,
Thoughts turn into words.
Feelings that have been kept inside,
At last come out.
I've kept it all in for so long now,
The words flow like a stream.
Pencil strokes smooth and flowing,
Letting out the thoughts of the past.
The feelings that have been in for months,
Come out at last.
Pencil strokes tell the story of,
My thoughts, my happiness, my pain.
Words flow from my pencil,
Only to become words few will read.
My feelings and thoughts are secret,
They are my own.
You don't know me, so don't judge.
You don't know my life, so back off.
If you can't except me for who I'am
The stay away.
The words are my thoughts,
They are my feelings.Words flow from my pencil,
Thoughts turn into words.
Feelings that have been kept inside,
At last come out.
I've kept it all in for so long now,
The words flow like a stream.
Pencil strokes smooth and flowing,
Letting out the thoughts of the past.
The feelings that have been in for months,
Come out at last.
Pencil strokes tell the story of,
My thoughts, my happiness, my pain.
Words flow from my pencil,
Only to become words few will read.
My feelings and thoughts are secret,
They are my own.
You don't know me, so don't judge.
You don't know my life, so back off.
If you can't except me for who I'am
The stay away.
The words are my thoughts,
They are my feelings.Words flow from my pencil,
Thoughts turn into words.
Feelings that have been kept inside,
At last come out.
I've kept it all in for so long now,
The words flow like a stream.
Pencil strokes smooth and flowing,
Letting out the thoughts of the past.
The feelings that have been in for months,
Come out at last.
Pencil strokes tell the story of,
My thoughts, my happiness, my pain.
Words flow from my pencil,
Only to become words few will read.
My feelings and thoughts are secret,
They are my own.
You don't know me, so don't judge.
You don't know my life, so back off.
If you can't except me for who I'am
The stay away.
The words are my thoughts,
They are my feelings.Words flow from my pencil,
Thoughts turn into words.
Feelings that have been kept inside,
At last come out.
I've kept it all in for so long now,
The words flow like a stream.
Pencil strokes smooth and flowing,
Letting out the thoughts of the past.
The feelings that have been in for months,
Come out at last.
Pencil strokes tell the story of,
My thoughts, my happiness, my pain.
Words flow from my pencil,
Only to become words few will read.
My feelings and thoughts are secret,
They are my own.
You don't know me, so don't judge.
You don't know my life, so back off.
If you can't except me for who I'am
The stay away.
The words are my thoughts,
They are my feelings.Words flow from my pencil,
Thoughts turn into words.
Feelings that have been kept inside,
At last come out.
I've kept it all in for so long now,
The words flow like a stream.
Pencil strokes smooth and flowing,
Letting out the thoughts of the past.
The feelings that have been in for months,
Come out at last.
Pencil strokes tell the story of,
My thoughts, my happiness, my pain.
Words flow from my pencil,
Only to become words few will read.
My feelings and thoughts are secret,
They are my own.
You don't know me, so don't judge.
You don't know my life, so back off.
If you can't except me for who I'am
The stay away.
The words are my thoughts,
They are my feelings.Words flow from my pencil,
Thoughts turn into words.
Feelings that have been kept inside,
At last come out.
I've kept it all in for so long now,
The words flow like a stream.
Pencil strokes smooth and flowing,
Letting out the thoughts of the past.
The feelings that have been in for months,
Come out at last.
Pencil strokes tell the story of,
My thoughts, my happiness, my pain.
Words flow from my pencil,
Only to become words few will read.
My feelings and thoughts are secret,
They are my own.
You don't know me, so don't judge.
You don't know my life, so back off.
If you can't except me for who I'am
The stay away.
The words are my thoughts,
They are my feelings.Words flow from my pencil,
Thoughts turn into words.
Feelings that have been kept inside,
At last come out.
I've kept it all in for so long now,
The words flow like a stream.
Pencil strokes smooth and flowing,
Letting out the thoughts of the past.
The feelings that have been in for months,
Come out at last.
Pencil strokes tell the story of,
My thoughts, my happiness, my pain.
Words flow from my pencil,
Only to become words few will read.
My feelings and thoughts are secret,
They are my own.
You don't know me, so don't judge.
You don't know my life, so back off.
If you can't except me for who I'am
The stay away.
The words are my thoughts,
They are my feelings.Words flow from my pencil,
Thoughts turn into words.
Feelings that have been kept inside,
At last come out.
I've kept it all in for so long now,
The words flow like a stream.
Pencil strokes smooth and flowing,
Letting out the thoughts of the past.
The feelings that have been in for months,
Come out at last.
Pencil strokes tell the story of,
My thoughts, my happiness, my pain.
Words flow from my pencil,
Only to become words few will read.
My feelings and thoughts are secret,
They are my own.
You don't know me, so don't judge.
You don't know my life, so back off.
If you can't except me for who I'am
The stay away.
The words are my thoughts,
They are my feelings.Words flow from my pencil,
Thoughts turn into words.
Feelings that have been kept inside,
At last come out.
I've kept it all in for so long now,
The words flow like a stream.
Pencil strokes smooth and flowing,
Letting out the thoughts of the past.
The feelings that have been in for months,
Come out at last.
Pencil strokes tell the story of,
My thoughts, my happiness, my pain.
Words flow from my pencil,
Only to become words few will read.
My feelings and thoughts are secret,
They are my own.
You don't know me, so don't judge.
You don't know my life, so back off.
If you can't except me for who I'am
The stay away.
The words are my thoughts,
They are my feelings.Words flow from my pencil,
Thoughts turn into words.
Feelings that have been kept inside,
At last come out.
I've kept it all in for so long now,
The words flow like a stream.
Pencil strokes smooth and flowing,
Letting out the thoughts of the past.
The feelings that have been in for months,
Come out at last.
Pencil strokes tell the story of,
My thoughts, my happiness, my pain.
Words flow from my pencil,
Only to become words few will read.
My feelings and thoughts are secret,
They are my own.
You don't know me, so don't judge.
You don't know my life, so back off.
If you can't except me for who I'am
The stay away.
The words are my thoughts,
They are my feelings.Words flow from my pencil,
Thoughts turn into words.
Feelings that have been kept inside,
At last come out.
I've kept it all in for so long now,
The words flow like a stream.
Pencil strokes smooth and flowing,
Letting out the thoughts of the past.
The feelings that have been in for months,
Come out at last.
Pencil strokes tell the story of,
My thoughts, my happiness, my pain.
Words flow from my pencil,
Only to become words few will read.
My feelings and thoughts are secret,
They are my own.
You don't know me, so don't judge.
You don't know my life, so back off.
If you can't except me for who I'am
The stay away.
The words are my thoughts,
They are my feelings.Words flow from my pencil,
Thoughts turn into words.
Feelings that have been kept inside,
At last come out.
I've kept it all in for so long now,
The words flow like a stream.
Pencil strokes smooth and flowing,
Letting out the thoughts of the past.
The feelings that have been in for months,
Come out at last.
Pencil strokes tell the story of,
My thoughts, my happiness, my pain.
Words flow from my pencil,
Only to become words few will read.
My feelings and thoughts are secret,
They are my own.
You don't know me, so don't judge.
You don't know my life, so back off.
If you can't except me for who I'am
The stay away.
The words are my thoughts,
They are my feelings.
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