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You don't see,
The way I lie,
The real me,
The one who hates to cry
The way I hurt myself physically,
Because emotionally isn't enough,
I'm not as tough,
As you believe,
I only deceive,
To help relieve,
Everything.
It's hard to keep up,
So pay attention now,
Because in a couple years,
I'll no longer be shedding tears
Pay attention now,
So you can explain how,
That happy kid,
Just help rid,
Herself from this hell
The way I lie,
The real me,
The one who hates to cry
The way I hurt myself physically,
Because emotionally isn't enough,
I'm not as tough,
As you believe,
I only deceive,
To help relieve,
Everything.
It's hard to keep up,
So pay attention now,
Because in a couple years,
I'll no longer be shedding tears
Pay attention now,
So you can explain how,
That happy kid,
Just help rid,
Herself from this hell
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