A New Woman
CAN'T SAY ON THE OUTSIDE I SPEAK IT FROM THE INSIDE
When blues got me down i tend to cut my head into two pieces.
I shouldn't be running and always get stabbed me in the back.
Shouted at so harshly for trying to do something.
Nothing can be perfect.
more than expected.
Perfect is enough to be enough.
Enough to be exact, but still going on and on from one's mouth, no no they want it to be PERFECT or PERFECT.
Is this something you enjoy?
You never realize how much you make me sick, or how much you make suffer.
I am always OK on the outside and can't really say what's on the inside.
You either start an argument, then it goes off all together everyone gets involved.
Or of course then after that i bottle it up until i can no more.
That's quite enough for me, you make me wanna scream just scream all night and all night help me, doctor please, there is no prescription.
I deeply am suffering, but i can never tell.
I love them too much, much, much.
I speak it from the inside.
I am always OK on the outside and can't really say what's on the inside.
I speak it from the inside.
Every tear on my pillow is your sufferings dried out into me and i got to get them out.
I SPEAK IT FROM THE INSIDE.
I shouldn't be running and always get stabbed me in the back.
Shouted at so harshly for trying to do something.
Nothing can be perfect.
more than expected.
Perfect is enough to be enough.
Enough to be exact, but still going on and on from one's mouth, no no they want it to be PERFECT or PERFECT.
Is this something you enjoy?
You never realize how much you make me sick, or how much you make suffer.
I am always OK on the outside and can't really say what's on the inside.
You either start an argument, then it goes off all together everyone gets involved.
Or of course then after that i bottle it up until i can no more.
That's quite enough for me, you make me wanna scream just scream all night and all night help me, doctor please, there is no prescription.
I deeply am suffering, but i can never tell.
I love them too much, much, much.
I speak it from the inside.
I am always OK on the outside and can't really say what's on the inside.
I speak it from the inside.
Every tear on my pillow is your sufferings dried out into me and i got to get them out.
I SPEAK IT FROM THE INSIDE.
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CAN`T SAY ON THE OUTSIDE I SPEAK IT FROM THE INSIDE
CAN`T SAY ON THE OUTSIDE I SPEAK IT FROM THE INSIDE
