Lots of things,
all bottled up.
Stressed,
no escape.
Things I want to say,
yet I cannot.
Boiling point,
steam builds up.
When will it all,
just blow up?
all bottled up.
Stressed,
no escape.
Things I want to say,
yet I cannot.
Boiling point,
steam builds up.
When will it all,
just blow up?
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