Express
Express
The world keeps telling me,
That to get the pain off my chest,
I must begin to express,
But then when I began,
I began to feel,
That the more I expressed,
The less I felt understood,
Because they all only misunderstood.
The world keeps telling me,
That to get the pain off my chest,
I must begin to express,
But then when I began,
I began to feel,
That the more I expressed,
The less I felt understood,
Because they all only misunderstood.