I guess it's not what we feel it's how we show it.
All of those years I was and you didn't know it.
What I'd keep inside, you could call it pride...
I was so afraid to let it out and then I'd blow it.
There's a rage that's been burning deep within me
from the very moment I met you.
It's a fire that no other man can ever achieve.
It's so hard to keep hidden, it's always there.
When I think of someone who just might dare
take the chance and finally get you.
Did you really think? Is it such a surprise?
It was always there right behind my eyes.
It's a shameful sadness,
and definitely madness.
It's my weakness and I've keep it stored...
my jealousy, my fears... so insecure.
You needed a man who was forever strong...
determined to get there what ever the fight.
Care about a man who thought he could lose you?
How can I say yes? and yet... still be right?
Just keep it out of sight and never show it.
I'm so jealous. I confess... now you know it.
Now I find out that he's back from the past.
He wasn't the first and he won't be the last.
It's just that you make it such a big deal
about what I wasn't and who'll make it real.
Go do what you do I'll get over your shame.
You're not so sweet and I always get the blame.
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