Pump up the music,
the tension is building,
turn up the volume,
don't let the hurt sink in.
put that mask on,
keep pushing them away.
close you heart for a second longer,
hide the tears you sleep in.
keep the tears pushed back,
not looking for attention.
you hurt the ones you love,
just because you are that messed up.
so confused you constantly lie,
never telling the truth, not a sound.
trying to hide your mistakes,
hate being known as the screw up.
pump of the music,
the tension is building,
turn up the volume,
don't let the hurt sink in.
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Emotions of inner pain can be felt in these words you have expressed in this write, may you find peace and joy that you seek deep within your heart. Scott