Expression of a Mood

Lonely times
Moments pass
We're Strangers to ourselves
Got caught off guard
Now hardened
Could you understand

Believe
You could leave this room
I know
We could lose it all
Hate you
I mean I love you

I think these thoughts
But I just can't say it
I feel these things
But I don't display it
I think these thoughts
But I can't say it
I feel these things
I don't display it
I think these thoughts
I feel these things
I think these thoughts
I feel these things
I think these thoughts
I feel these things
I think these thoughts
I feel this

ANGST

I feel so
Angry
Revolving round emotion
Reason is not real
Truth
A freedom
Forever feel you
FUCK

This is a warning
Constancy, security, naivety
This is a warning
Giving you myself
But guarded
This is a warning



Credits
Writer(s): Cort Brown
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