You don't know...

I want something different

I need something new

All this needs to change

Something to do

My heart is racing

Clammy hands

Why do I get this way?

Why is this? My head demands

I can’t stop thinking

It pours out for you to think you see

Plainly notice the inside

But you don’t, you don’t know the real me





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