The ink of my pen's
Like the tears from my eyes
And the smile on my face
Is just my disguise
And my books are my hideout
And the tip of my pen leaks
The blood of pain
And the feeling i feel
When i write in the rain
And the papers never judge me
And the books never lie
And the words that write
Calm me down when i cry
And the songs that the birds sing
Never too high never too low
And my heart may be colder
Than the ice in the snow
But the pain that i have
Is not pain that i speak
It's the pain in my papers from pens it will leak.
And the only words that bring me comfort
Are my own
And I'm only a leader when I'm alone
So the words on my book are like tears on my cheek
And the words that i write are not words that i speak
And the only words that can hurt me are my own
But the feelings i feel are not feelings I've shown
So leave me in this tree up high
And let me write alone. . ." -August Kat (Sweet Chilli )
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