With myself.
So much to say and no one to say it to
one of the dangers of thinking too much
you think someone must care
but who? and where?
left alone with my thoughts once again
this may change, someday, but when?
I do my best
think a little bit less
and choose only the best words to say
but I know without doubt,
I'll have to let them all out;
I still have so much to say
With whom do you share that which cannot be understood?
What, in the world, knows your secrets, even if you don't know their's back?
Or are you all alone with yours too?
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