When you look at me,
you only see skin deep,
your not the one,
that listens to me weep,
your not the one,
who holds me tight,
your not the one,
that cradles me at night,
you might look but you never see,
you dunno what it's like to be me,
i'm the one that cries,
till it hurts to open my eyes,
i'm the one that feels,
like my whole life has been a lie,
but your not the one who has to look at my face,
when i look in the mirror,
i feel ashamed, a total disgrace,
your not the one who lives a life of hell,
you weren't the one,
who caught me when i fell,
you think your perfect,
but nothing comes for free,
'Coz you dunno what it's like,
to be me!
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