The Real Me
Feelings are weird
My tears, they make a river
Falling one at the time
Filling a pool of cries
I'm hiding, you see
No one knows the real me
No matter how many tears I cry at night
I wake up the next day,
My smile so bright
Fooling everyone
Everyone I see
No one knows the real me
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