I never usually 42_just acting

I'm so close to letting my heart speak without words and then i remember

how more blazing the fire inside me would get

i would have just another pain on my mind

how someone would know what is happening inside me

you see, secrets are disastrous

embedding hurt like pillows of comfort

sleeping over my noisy tears, is hard

I

could tell some one and maybe they could help

but then i remember how much more anger would be inside me that i wasnt strong enough

that i wasnt good enough

to keep strong

angels fell down the river while the revolutionised watied for 5 years without as such a word

I could be weak and forget it all

just fall

or i could be strong

realy strong

but right now

im not really living at all

im

just

acting