I always have something to write about and it haunts me,
The feelings, pushing me to translate them into words
I always have something to write about and I'm bothered,
The words, pushing me to write them in paper.
I always have something to write and I'm scared,
That something hidden will be seen in me.
I always have something to write about,
But I chose not to write,
because there is something behind every cheerful smile
that only my pen and paper could understand.
The feelings, pushing me to translate them into words
I always have something to write about and I'm bothered,
The words, pushing me to write them in paper.
I always have something to write and I'm scared,
That something hidden will be seen in me.
I always have something to write about,
But I chose not to write,
because there is something behind every cheerful smile
that only my pen and paper could understand.
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