Perfect
For weeks, months actually, I've been trying to put some of my thoughts about blogging into words but I've been having trouble getting them just right. After hearing this song again on the radio I realized why I couldn't say exactly what I wanted to say the way I wanted to say it: Anna Nalick already did it to perfection.
If I get it all down on paper, it's no longer inside of me,
Threatening the life it belongs to
And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd
Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud
And I know that you'll use them, however you want to
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