If I were ever happy,
It would certainly be a dream,
For I cry a tear every minute,
Though that's not how it seems.
I used to trust everyone,
I wish I could still try,
But I try everyday,
And the people make me cry.
I trusted,
And hurt.
I laughed,
And died.
Why is my life,
Hidden by this disguise?
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