Written over the print on a ripped piece of newspaper.
I can feel the tears welling as my teeth begin to clench.
All the pain is building up and the anger's coming through,
But the anger turns to sadness. Before I can lose it,
I want to cry.
(This is not a reflection of myself at the current time, I just found this stuffed in a notebook I used to write in when I was 15.)
All the pain is building up and the anger's coming through,
But the anger turns to sadness. Before I can lose it,
I want to cry.
(This is not a reflection of myself at the current time, I just found this stuffed in a notebook I used to write in when I was 15.)