Not Your Average Fake Smile
I am sweet and innocent and a little too sad
I've got lots of problems because of my drug addict dad
You'd think these things are what I'd hide away
But really, I'm an addict myself, in the worst kind of way
I love to be angry, I love to be mean
"But Kara, you're better than you seem"
They don't know me and they never really will
Because I rip open my skin just to feel
Yeah, you've heard of the depression and it's fake smile
But you rarely hear of the manic episodes that cause so much wild
It's the highest of highs
That I try to hide
Because everyone gets sad now and then
But not many hear voices that tell you to kill all your friends
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