Emotions packed like mud on a desert ground
Keep me from expressing how I feel when you’re around
The pain in my chest from long forgotten cries
Squeezes my heart like an attack begging to stay alive
What about me what about me swirls in my mind
Too afraid to say the words of resistance of any kind
One day some day I will speak like a daughter of the revolution
Consequences be damned even if it means execution
Emotions unspoken from a long ago repressed past
Keep me company like daughters of a narcissist
Escape was worth the payment on the road paved in gold
It’s never too late and you’re never too old
Screamie Birds Studios 
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