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I'll not spill my secrets

The heat is scortching
But her heart is so cold
The birdsong is trilling
And the story unfolds


A person is weeping
Alone she stands
The others are sleeping
blood on their hands

So peaceful they lie
half buried in snow
The girl, she is tired
of leading this show

the snow, it's melting
the girl turns away
she's sick to her stomach
of this pathetic charade

she unfolds a notebook
a pen in her hand
and out flow her thoughts,
the ones no-one understand


This is not my diary
But i'll not tell you who's
my lips won't speak lies
nor tell you the truth

BUt if you ever see me
ill not be alone
my soulmates walk with me
Neither flesh nor bone


Just because i hear voices
Just because i see htings
I'll not tell you who
I'll not spill my secrets

I have my songs
I have my friends
I have the blood
Dripping from my hands

So dont ask me questions
Sont tell me answers
I have my secrets
and you have your lies
Written by matsy-chan
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