Some things are better left unsaid.

I am the master of hiding my feelings. No one has a clue. I’m a little smug about it, but I am also wishing that someone could see that I have retreated deep within myself. Sometimes I wonder if I built my walls too thick and too high. I built them like that so no one can hurt me again, unless I let them. The question is, can I even see out anymore?

From this oneself
Testify or tell
Its fooling us now
So let it be known for what we believe in
I can see no reason for it to fail…
‘Cause this life is a farce
I can’t breathe through this mask
Like a fool
So breathe on, little sister, breathe on
Ohh so breathe on, little sister, like a fool 


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