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Friday, 16 March 2007 |
i woke up this morning with a yearn to cry
didn't tell anyone for they'd want to know why
got dressed this morning put on all black
didn't wear any make-up where's the point in that
for make-up only covers the blemishes you don't want others to see
it can't get rid of the ones that only you see
went to school this morning with a smile on my face
in the crowded hallway i felt so out of place
wanted to tell someone i wanted to die
but thought they'd just laugh and say i have no reason to cry
for they see me as i want them to
fun, caring, no worries, or important things to do
but they can't hear the screaming or see the torture inside
they never ask they have their own lives
but that doesn't stop them from leaning on me
being their crutch but who in the hell supports me
that's not important i've started to say
when i wake up on one of these days
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