The party
Once i was at a party
But i knew that something unfamiliar had started
After years of hiding
All of the truth showed up as lying
Underneath all the makeup
We knew it was more of fake up
Underneath all the dresses
All of our hearts were messes
Underneath all the tuxes
All the boys were broken and busted
All of our cuts and bruises
Were covered by all our ruses
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