Ssshh. Don’t let anyone hear you. Don’t tell anyone about it. It’ll be our little secret
My friends can’t know. Turned into they know we are fucking not that we are together. I’m just not ready yet. Can it be our little secret?
Keep it to yourself Don’t tell anyone what’s wrong Hide the pain and tears Keep it your little secret
Sssshhh. Don’t let anyone hear you Don’t tell anyone about it Sink further and further into the black The most calm I’ve ever felt Eyes slowly close Crimson runs out of my veins It’s going to be my little secret
Little lady only 13. Never pretty enough but smart as can be. No friends just books. Mom overworked so no dinner just lonely. She was bullied for years: isolated in insecurity, abandonment, and unhappiness until she was 17. Senior year
One time above a little shop, An old greengrocer climbed on top, Despite himself he could not stop, The world had changed forever. The fruit of that old grocers loins, Became obsessed with notes and coins, She knew the club
The world is a race If you want to succeed, pick up your pace Keep running, focus, put in extra hours, fly solo But doesn’t this make you feel empty and hollow? Be yourself, be silly, be alive, spread joy