Pretend It's Still Me Inside
Like gun shot wounds
Like broken glass
I'm holding on now
But I won't last
Another day
Another week
I can't breathe
I can't speak
I'm counting every minute
Since the moment you gave up
And I'm trying to keep working
So wake me and wind me up
Watch me smile
Watch me stride
Watch this hollow shell dance
Pretend it’s still me inside
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