You'll know me as silent,
While ideas keep rushing through my head.
Might think I lost all hope,
But actually I'm not always that sad.
...
I don't show my inner person,
No matter how hard I try,
I end up being rude again,
This failure makes me want to die.
...
I can't be the nicest person in the world,
But it's painful to even try to be.
Not only because I fail,
But because some just don't agree with me.
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I hate my inner self,
That being with emotions inside.
It makes me such an ass,
That's crying in bed every night.
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But there's one question that bothers me most,
Guess it's one for my whole youth:
Is it better to hide reality,
Or should you face people with the cold truth?
...
Because I can't be a nice person if I don't know that.
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