We all walk 'round like we're ok

'Tis what we're supposed to do.

But who would care if we did say

"I suffered this for you"?


Smiles, laughs, and pretty clothes

We wear to hide the pain.

But not much use, indeed, are those.

'Tis clear to all we feign.


What is this mask you're wearing?

No need to hide from me.

We're just alike, dear, you and I.

Take it off; you'll see.


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