To hid feelings or to show?
Its the worst you can ever know.
All the years, should I let it go?
Should I? Let me go and blow.
Blow the sadness, and watch it flow.
Dark room, walls gloom, music on the row.
Neon lights, i remember when we rocked slow.
Slow, that time wouldn't let us know.
Watch lights fade, let it all low.
Love was hate, and hate was to grow.
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