I feel misunderstood and I can't say it
I don't know how to say it
Today I speak and you listen
But i know you have no idea
And so I hush
I tell you I'm fine but that's just another dead speech.
When morning rise, I am my old self
I keep my secrets to fiction, and I die in my restitution. What is it worth what I feel, my words have abandoned me.
I am misunderstood and I can't say it
Now this time it is I who is dead.

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