Oh, she can't live with herself
She's tired of hanging on the threads
She's tired of living as her own puppet
God knows what goes on in her head
And god knows what i can do to stop it
Solution is the key she already digested
She wants somebody to agree with what she says
She wants somebody to ease the pain of her conflicts
She wants somebody who listens and never interrupts
She wants somebody who simply understands enough
And she can't live with herself
And she knows her heart well
And her tongue slips as the clock ticks
Her tongue slips to release her darkest secrets
And she knows that everyday has secrets
Everyday has secrets that can not be told
And her tongue she simply can not control
She just has to let it go, let it go, let it go
And she writes it down on the ground
Carved on stone, secrets of her own
Plights of the mind, treasures for a time
When she would no longer say she's fine
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