• As days go by, and time flies by,
    I suddenly get the notion

    That my soul is filled with all
    this bottled up emotion

    I turn my head and look away
    just keeping it all in

    I tell myself it's all ok.
    is it perhaps a sin?

    To absorb it all, like a sponge
    never let it out

    I'm in a fog, I'm in a daze
    It makes me want to shout

    I'm like a sponge!... I feel it here,
    right inside my head...

    I'm pretty sure I'll be secure
    once it's all been said...