I know no way of venting it out
The grieve in me hides so well,
A little lonely on the inside but I’ve got a perfect shell.
If you come to me with your, ” Oh how is it going?”
I’ll be left with none but one more apology that I’ll be owing.
Coming straight to the point,I know no way of pouring it out
Please don’t come to me with ‘jot ’em up an then tear it down.’