- Books, Literature, and Writing
Tuck your feelings back
THERES ALWAYS SOMETHING I DO WRONG, I SWEAR I COULD WRITE A THOUSAND SONGS.
Day turns to night and night to day, without one simple word your out to play.
When will you see me as I am inside, why do you always run and hide?
Look in my eyes and read my soul for then you'll understand, for then you'll know!
Put your feelings on a shelf for good looks, dig your nose in those lousy books.
Kiss everyones butt and cling to the past and see who is there when your the last.