I was looking for a way that I could speak the truth
What I sought was hard to find
A product of the butterflies
Playful in my chest and running down my spine
And speak what's on my mind
So I'll keep them locked up
The things that make me different
And keep our hearts beating in time
Gather underneath the bed
Where the secrets breed in
That preemptive strike the things I might have said
But in the end you'll see
Cause I'm happy where I am
But the thing that you should know about my circumstance
Is the vast network of nerves
That keeps these secrets in my head
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