Depression sets in as my heart starts to pound,
My knees start to shake as I fall to the ground.
My eyes start to water, my heart starts to cry,
Through all of this pain, my lips start to lie.
My soul has a lock, my heart is the key,
My disguise will be gone, who I am you shall see.
Pry if you will, pull if you might,
Try if you can, try it all night.
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