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Erase my mind, Lock away all dreams, Let myself stay blind, nothing is as it seems. My memories are dangerous, My fait already signed, Let my life be painless, Let me leave the hurt behind.
When I want to scream I keep it inside When I want to cry I look for a place to hide When I want a shoulder to lean on They say "you can do it" and move on When I want someone to listen They talk...
Swamped, suffocating, Pressure to smile. Yet the plastered grin mask goes unrecognised. Angered screams of help muffled by blankets of stronger louder voices, Defacing my screams into white noice.
Wearing a smile. That's been fake for a while. Hiding my pains. Trying to stay sane. Lifting my head up high. So no one can see behind my eyes. Hiding my pains. Trying not to complain.
I keep a sliver of my silver soul,. Alive and hidden for when I'm old,. To rest away from prying eyes,. The hypocrites, and their lies,. To keep the silver free and light,.
If I'm not to be. The one you choose. I'll maintain my dignity. As I lose. The only ever thing. That ever made. Me feel complete. And unafraid. Of all that life. Could throw my way. The reason that.
As I walk these halls Staring at my feet Fight to live another day I don't care what they have to say I know I'm alone now But I couldn't care less No matter what I will keep the door shut From all...
Hands shaking. Stomach chearning. Don't want to go. But mom is yearning. No idea how. No idea why. Just go back to bed. Whisper good night. Too bad for me. Stay strong and go. And this time.
My heart is up on that shelf there, Until you find me I'll keep it here. Way away from any harm. Away from any dangerous charm. For I've seen love kill, It's victims hearts left still.
A lot of people hate a fake, But really it depends, Sometimes it's the only way to make, To make any friends. Strange or weird, Smart or pretty, Sometimes they fear, They will get no pity.
Play the part. Wear the mask. Practise the art. Just don't stop to ask. Chin up high. Kid, give them hell. The sun's in the sky. They'll be under your spell. You don't have to know.
I need this heart. To be placed somewhere safe. For I gave it. Only for it to be a waste. My heart can't cope. It needs solitude and confinement. For it was given. Only to be rebuked and shunned.
They always told me guard my heart For that is where my lifeblood starts. I learnt that lesson the hard way round, Learnt that moral with a frown. So I made a promise grave, Not to be their open...
I can take friends. I can deal with that after some time But it will be done.
I never want to hurt you. Ive never even tried. But whenever I'm around you i feel mixed up inside. We've tried and tried and tried again. To be the perfect team.
"Can I hold your heart?" you asked. I gave it willingly. You looked after it. You cared for it. You treasured it. You looked past the imperfections. You accepted it for what it is.
I never want to hurt you. Ive never even tried. But whenever I'm around you i feel mixed up inside. We've tried and tried and tried again. To be the perfect team.