what does it mean that funny little word
couldnt ven see it through the blurr
on the paper i read from the doctor we saw
a shrink to be precise she said i was not strong
she pointed her finger saying i was wrong
what am i to do? i cant take the pills
they make me sick the kill me inside
if this is me then what is so wrong.
if i want to be sad then let me be
if i want to, want to die then let me be
cover it up with lies and hate
smile exactly when you say
break down and cry when your away
ill cover myself with all the pain
because i dont know
how exactly to explain..

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