Faking it
A fake smile
But for it to be real, I'd walk a mile
Damp eyes
Only hate and lies
A broken heart
Falling apart
A troubled brain
Sick of this pain
It hurts to stay
Because I have so much to say
But my point you'll never see
And to leave may kill me
Sick of hurting
Tired of cutting
But causing myself pain
Somehow hides my vain
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