Pouring out
And falling all over the ground
And not knowing what to do with it now
And hoping it’s not another cheap hope I’ve found
Pouring out
Forgetting how to be proud
Remembering words out loud
Wishing half of them actually made a sound
Pouring out
But not with everyone else around
Not in a way I can be found
In fact, not actually letting any of it out.
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