Bottled Inside
By cricket
Put a bullet,
In my head,
Make me drop dead.
Free me from the hurt inside,
Snachted away from little lies.
Scared to talk,
Just start to cry.
Quiet down,
Bottle it inside.
Don't let it out,
Wait to bust,
Now it's over,
Bottled on the inside.
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