"There are
enough people so self-obsessed that if they don’t see or
show their own face regularly through social media, they feel so
stressed that they may also fall sick for a day or
two." ~Anuj Somany
How can I say this without
breaking How can I say this without taking
over How can I put it down into
words When it's almost too much for my
soul alone I don't want them to
know the secrets I don't want them to know the
way I loved you I don't think they'd
understand it, no I don't think they would accept
me, no Dreams fight with
machines Inside my head like
adversaries Come wrestle me
free Clean from the war Your heart fits like a
key Into the lock on the wall I turn it over, I turn it
over But I can't escape I turn it over, I turn it
over I loved and I loved and I lost
you And it hurts like
hell