All this held in hand
None I understand
None I wish to show
None I wish to know
Caught from the inside
Caught to late to hide
Or fade away
Now to find a way with you
Watch out for what I say
Or the games I play
Hard to tell the truth
And so hard to move
Still trying to be quick
Don't want to go down sick
Trying to hold my will
So I turn the shy to steel
And run from you
You got what you know
Your young eyes your old soul
Your mind full of mess
Your hours counting stress
Still you get it right
Turn day and your night
They both mean the same
And I don't stay away from you

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