I have a polished exterior
Little do they know
All the feelings I keep bottled up.
My cork is on tight,
But sometimes I spill myself
When I’m full and can’t hold it in.
The liquid I keep inside of my bottle
Isn’t the most pleasant thing.
It’s a jumble of memories from experiences I’d rather forget.
My bottle is heavy,
So sometimes I just want to uncap it
Let all of my burdens go.
I’d rather just empty it
Make the weight go away.
But it’s a a lot easier said than done.
So I’ll ask you one question:
What’s in your bottle?
What do you keep inside that you want to let go of?
Let it go here,
We’ve all been through this before,
And we love you, no matter what you say.