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I am the girl with the blues.
Trying to cover up this bruise
That has harden my heart
Lord this pain is tearing us apart
Al I want is to restart
I’m sitting here with these blues
The Slam Behind the Curtain.
What a curious sound.
They looked, and looked,
but it was just me they found.
They keep on looking past me,
eyes searching up high and low.
She sits as a mute everyday, when speaking pushes her heart. She looks with a stoic face, when a smile threatens to break her face. She listens with a tentative ear, when she is tired of hearing.
The true me
Can’t you see?
The weight of the world is constantly weighing on me
Like the branch of a tree,
Delicate, Stiff, Weak.
I can’t show the real me
Because someone might see
