They all know it's just a mask
seeing my clothes, but they don't ask.
Why hide the other side of me?
Whats the point, of not wanting to be?
Because its much easier to be, when you look the part.
So on seeing my outfit, beneath the disguise,
They don't see the broken heart, only the lies.
Life sucks, then you die
Life hurts, they you cry.
Pain can break a young girl's heart,
Simple fighting, can tear us apart!
We spend our lives fighting fears,
just as much as holding back tears.
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