Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Private Life

It's 1984, it's always the same
They will go everywhere
they'll know everything

You'll be ink on paper
Open to the world
And your friends will wonder
Who you really are

So you run and hide
From the thing inside
No time to be True
And you think and lie

Inside you die
With the rest in the Pew
You look for the shade
But the spotlight finds you,

You point your fingers at me,
Like I'm to blame
I'm just speaking the words
That trigger your pain

It's not my judgement
Thats keeping you here
You've got a secret
You gotta keep it

Don't let no one in
You got a judgement
It's gotten between us
Now I can't get in

Now I can't get in

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