People think I'm crazy,
'Cause people are insane,
People think I'm maudlin,
But they don't know my pain,
People think I'm happy,
Because I smile at them,
People think I hate it,
When she is held by him,
People think I'm lonely,
And if they only knew,
People think I'm different,
So maybe it is true,
People do not know me,
And people make me mad,
People fear to love me,
But love to make me sad.
Once person came too close once,
And found what was inside,
She knew what was about me,
What makes me run and hide,
Still people think I care,
Of course, but not for them,
And I know that I miss her,
I wish that I were him.
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