Inside
There's this thing I feel inside,
I can't deny it, nor can I hide it.
I tries to set me free,
but I wish it would fucking let me be.
It's like, shit, oh my goodness, look at this
a guy and a girl are sharing a kiss.
And I just sit back and say, "What the fuck...
some people just get all the damn luck."
That's the twinge.
There's this thing I feel inside,
I can't deny it, nor can I hide it.
It tries to set me free,
but damnit, why won't it let me be?
It's like, "Wow girl, you're wonderful, and
I would really love to hold your hand.
Unfortunately for you, I'm really just a flirt.
And I know tellin' ya this will really hurt."
That's the slap.
There's this thing I feel inside.
I can't deny it, and I can't seem to hide it.
Whenever I feel like I'm free,
it tries to overwhelm me.
It's like, the most wonderful night of fun,
Under the midnight sun.
But then I wake up to my life,
and I have to face all that damn strife.
That's the dream.
There's this thing I feel inside.
I can't deny it, and know that I can't hide it.
Just when I think I can be free,
I just comes back to reality.
It's like, I meet the most wonderful guy,
He makes my heart soar to the sky.
Whenever I'm around him,
My mind just starts to swim.
But that's just my imagination.
There's this ... this... this THING. And I feel it inside me.
If I reject it, I really just deny me
And just when I think I've learned to let go,
Everything starts to just flow.
It's like, I want to feel his lips on mine,
I already know I'll never get anything from him that sublime.
But, I try to lie to him and myself,
Just so I can keep it all on that back shelf.
That's the broken record I call my life.
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