Bottled up inside, like a fifth of grey goose

emotions I tried to hide

my mind's running loose 

afraid of what i might find

if I keep digging deeper

into my melon like a rind

I thought she was a keeper

but she can't find the time

my future just looks bleaker

but I still want to shine

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