This Thing...
Words can’t describe this feeling,
Feelings can’t describe this thought,
Thoughts can’t describe my destiny,
And my destiny is far from done.
Steps can’t tell you my way,
My way is not meant to be told,
What they say doesn’t matter,
All I need is someone to hold.
People search for memories,
My memories are too scared for them,
Scared by the secret that life has shown,
Don’t want to cry. I'm sick of it all!
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Feelings can’t describe this thought,
Thoughts can’t describe my destiny,
And my destiny is far from done.
Steps can’t tell you my way,
My way is not meant to be told,
What they say doesn’t matter,
All I need is someone to hold.
People search for memories,
My memories are too scared for them,
Scared by the secret that life has shown,
Don’t want to cry. I'm sick of it all!
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