Do you ever feel it’s inappropriate to feel the way you do?
Or just that it’s wrong if you think too much?
The things you’re doing are insane,
So they don’t even matter.
The things you face will anyone ever know it?
The tears, your bedsheets know them all.
The nights you keep rolling around, your bed sheets know them too…
The days when you’re happy and dancing on your bed... yes your bedsheets know that too…
Will they ever know it?
Do you want to tell them?