The things she doesnt know
My mommy doesnt know all that I do.
She doesnt know about everything I've gone through
I smile when I'm around her, so that she doesnt know
All the trouble I got into and where my mind likes to go
It always seems to wander around and end up in a bad place
I always want to hide and never show my face
If there's one thing that I hate, that thing is me
I hide so much so that they cannot see
My mommy think I'm happy but little does she know
My mind likes to wander to a place it shouldn't go
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