Why do I try to fit in,
Knowing I will never win.
Why can't they see I cry,
Why can't they tell I lie,
When I say,
Do they care,
Do they know,
Would it matter if I go.
Never come back,
I bet you're all satisfyed with that.
When they look,
When they see,
They never care to know the real me.
So much hate,
So much crime,
Used me all up,
Now I don't have a dime.
All messed up,
Filled with fears,
I wish they would see,
My invisible tears.
They all just seem to let me be,
But you're the only one,
That saw and loved the real me.
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