Lletres: Stiff Little Fingers. The Only One.

It makes you so angry, you rage and rage again
But you can't spit it outside, it's bottled in your brain
You feel it in the darkness, the rage inside you grow
And you know you're a stranger in the room below

There are no words to say
Just what it is you mean
But if you feel it's real, it's real, it's real

It makes you so angry, why can't they see red?
Can no one else imagine what can't be said?
You try to put it over but that gets you nowhere
You wouldn't have to bother if you didn't care

And there are no words to say
Just what it is you mean
But if you feel it's real, it's real, it's real

And as for all the rest, they think you're in a mess
And say that the know best
But you know better, you keep your temper
It proves that you're still alive

It makes you so angry, a rage that's all your own
It makes you feel so lonely but you're not alone
For I still feel it that way and he and she do, too
And it's enough for us to know that it's enough to know

There are no words to say
Just what it is you mean
But if you feel it's real, it's real, it's real

What you feel is real
What you feel is real

You're not the only one
You're not the only one
You're not the only one
You're not the only one

You're not the only one
You're not the only one
You're not the only one
You're not the only one