Could you find me in the dark,
if I switched the lights on and off briefly?
Of course you couldn't:
because you're standing with your back to me.
Nobody seems to notice me.
and on the inside...
That hurts...
More than I can hide.
Rolling my eyes, I sigh again.
I shrug, storing my tears.
Over and over again,
I won't show them out of fears.
Leave me be,
now that you've discovered me.
+ but...
...
All might be in vain,
just don't leave me in this pain.
Turn the lights on,
and ask me: 'What's wrong?'
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