Petals In The Grass
Secrets I Keep
In the night I can't sleep
Thoughts and feelings start to creep
I utter no sound not a peep
Depression really does cut deep
A price was paid it wasn't cheap
I'm falling down it's very steep
All these secrets that I keep
Under my covers I quietly weep
Thoughts and feelings start to creep
I utter no sound not a peep
Depression really does cut deep
A price was paid it wasn't cheap
I'm falling down it's very steep
All these secrets that I keep
Under my covers I quietly weep
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Secrets I Keep
Secrets I Keep