Who am I to know what is real?
And who can I get help from to feel?
I know it's nothing that something can't fix,
And I know I'm wasting my life on this,
Sadness, coldness, not even alive,
This place that I live is nothing but a lie.
I know that it takes time to heal,
But it's so hard when your heart is sealed,
Love can be so hard to feel,
In my heart, I know that it's real..
Just takes a while for me to get it through my head..
That I'm alive and I have not been dead these years..
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