day after day I fight a battle
to hold inside what I feel
strangling, to fight my chances
and cry while in prayers I kneel
its not easy when I smile and talk
while inside I am all hurt and cold
without human warmth or emotion
still walking and facing things bold
years of loneliness
and words stricken with lies
I keep saying to myself holding back
the tears in my eyes
is there anyone out there?
to reach out to me
give me a little of their happiness
and give me a hope to see
I don't need or ask for much
someone who would stand there worth
just a gentle hand on my shoulder
and a care really wouldn't hurt
there is nothing but all truth
in my lies that I say
but not that I am actually lying
this is the truth I deny in some way
'm just tired of crying myself
to sleep at night
then waking up with emptiness
and tears in my eyes
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