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Why did I put this on myself, the lies the hurt the stress?
I knew that I’d fuck it up, now it’s all one stupid mess.
I try my hardest I really do, I hate being like I am
But it’s hard to keep your life afloat when you know its one big sham.
I always try to tell myself that everything is fine
That one day you will love me, and then the sun will shine.
Lies, lies is the single word that revolves around my head,
On the outer layer I wear a mask; on the inside I am dead.
What we see
Stereotypes are all I see, all I see around me, but there’s a thing that some don’t see they don’t see people’s identity. Ugliness and beauty, they have no difference in the eyes I see, personality is what matters to me.
Why do I feel the way I do?
Why do I feel that I need you?
Why can’t I believe in myself?
Why the vows in sickness and in health?
Why does love hurt you inside?
Why is there the need to hide?
Why can’t anyone ever see?
That why is the question inside of me.
I look above to dreams I’ve heard,
Dreams to fly just like a bird
But my dreams are different they carry no flight
More like darkness and death by night
My mind is weary and full of rage
My life is a book, just turn the page
On this page you will but see
The anger built up inside of me.
The pain I feel will inflict on you
You will then no it’s what you do
That what you do kills me inside
In you I will no longer confide
For you are the one that’s made me like this
The one that took away my bliss
I am no longer the one you knew
I’m so confused, don’t know what to do.
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