So this is what happens
As a result of bottling everything up
Your mind grows frantic
Everything flying around like a blur
I'm shaking, and I can't stop it
I won't talk about it
I just shake, and it's all a blur
I'm crying for reasons that are lost to me now
Pent up emotions that I refuse to show off to the world
These things are private, they're part of me
They're ment to be bottled up
I'm shaking, I can't stop it
This scares me...
