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I WANT TO CRY IT, BUT THERE WILL BE NO CHANGES I WANT TO SPEAK IT, BUT NO WORDS ARE RIGHT I WANT TO PAINT IT, BUT THE PERFECT COLORS ARE NOT IN SIGHT I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY BUTI HAVE NO WAY TO SAY IT I FEEL SO MUCH, BUT I DON'T KNOW HOW TO DISPLAY IT I WANT TO WRITE IT, BUT THERE AREN'T ENOUGH PAGES I WANT TO SCREAM IT, BUT I DOUBT THAT YOU'LL HEAR I WANT TO WHISPER IT, BUT I CAN'T PULL YOU NEAR I WANT TO FREE IT, BUT LIKE A BIRD IT'S LOCKED IN A CAGE I WANT TO END IT , BUT LIKE THE SUN IT NEVER FADES I WANT TO HOLD IT LIKE THE DARKNESS HOLDS SECRETS TIGHT, BUT I WILL ONLY HAVE SLEEPLESS NIGHTS I WANT TO LEAVE IT , BUT IT'S APART OF MY LIFE I NEED IT TO DISSOLVE AND FADE , BUT I DON'T KNOW HOW TO TELL YOU WHAT I NEED TO SAY SO I GUESS THIS LEAVES ME WITH ANOTHER BLANK PAGE

that means something deeper when u think about it.....