Do you feel like
The older you get
The more heart wrenching thoughts you have
The less appropriate they are to be on the public domain
The more you know you should not write for anyone to see
Not on the secret blog you have
Not on paper or the journal in your drawer
You just scawl it in the folds of your brain
Over and over again
Sometimes it gets lost in there
Sometimes it gets etched deeper every time you think about it
But nowhere will it be as
Evidence, evidence, evidence
Carry your secrets wherever you go
Carry your secrets wherever you go
Carry your thoughts and dreams
From Cradle to Grave