Your always telling me to hold on,
Don't let anything get you down,
Little girl just please hold on,
Don't do it not now.
The pain inside me,
Its something no one sees,
To busy in their world,
To pay anything me.
When I tell how I feel,
You ask me why and if its real,
You tell me,
To hold on for just a little while longer,
The pain inside me,
Its something no one sees,
To busy in their world,
To pay anything to me.
Sometimes I wonder,
If it'd be better,
Just to let go,
No one would even know.
Cause the pain inside of me,
Its something no one sees,
To busy in their world,
To pay anything to me.
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Songs That I Wrote
Poetry"Words make you think a thought Music makes you feel a feeling A song makes you feel a thought" -E.Y.Harburg
