My days are filled with lonely lies
no one can hear my pleas and cries
If only your hand was mine to hold
then maybe my heart wouldn't be so cold
People talk and people stare
I have to pretend I don't care
Hurtful stories are spread around
I'm trying to stand my ground
You people think I have it all
But you've never been there to see me fall
why don't you all just look ahead
Forget about me, I'm already dead
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