The Real Me

Feelings are weird

My tears, they make a river 

Falling one at the time

 

Filling a pool of cries 

I'm hiding, you see

No one knows the real me 

No matter how many tears I cry at night 

 

I wake up the next day,

My smile so bright

Fooling everyone

Everyone I see

No one knows the real me  

 

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