Through Me
The smile was painted on
And the tears are real
But You wouldn't know
Because you can't feel.
You're like a statue
Stone cold and heartless
Don't wanna be like you
Don't wanna start this
No one looks at me
And sees who I am
The act is catastrophe
I'll Show you who I am
You will never understand
Not that you want to.
I'll take that stand
I'll straight up show you
The real me inside
You can't take away
this is my life
I'd love you to stay
Confusing myself
I'm out of the picture
Look at yourself
See me in the mirror?
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