There is something I can’t stop No matter what It is my emotions inside my head. Their lack of wisdom keeps me on my toes But that makes them special, you know. Nothing good was ever really easy. Each day brings different sorts and kinds It’s the complicated ones that I can feel with my mind. My head starts spinning trying to figure where it should rest But sometimes it’s easier just to pick from the best. If emotions were an individual we could send them on their way We could decide to pay them attention and which ones we want to stay. They could listen to what we want to talk and feel about today, But that’s not logical or true Think I’m done wishing it were, too.
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