You don't know me
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Without the filter I am weak. The filter makes me feel strong. Without the filter I do not belong. The filter makes me feel like one of you. Without the filter I am blue.
I sit here in solitude, torn apart.
I want answers you tell lies Going against my religion, but not my heart Which is worse? God, why do I anger you I like girls I'm really sorry It wasn't on purpose
this self mutilation is getting out of hand every night i break down i know i cant stand to stay here much longer, im am beaten and damned to rot away slowly with nothing in hand
You say you know me But you judge by the facade The fake smile and nice disposition The innocence and false confidence
A standing ovation goes to the single mother raising her children. Throw roses on the stage for the father that finally puts down the crack pipe.