I couldn t talk for the longest time
About the deepest fear of mine
I m haunted by this hurting spell
To see what I can never tell it really hurts
Who am I what can I say
I rather turn my eyes away
I hear my conscience speak out loud
You cannot change you re way too proud
Don t let me down I m standing at the crossroads
Don t let me down I m standing at the crossroads
You gotta know, I can read your mind
And see that you re the kind
Who s hiding pain, hiding his life
Behind a wall, a wall of pride
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