~pretending~
~pretending~
For one always so cheerful,
I seem sad tonight.
For one always imagining and laughing,
I don’t seem alright.
But what if I told you:
I feel like this a lot.
What if I told you:
This is not a faze I’ve got.
Could you understand,
If I explained the pain.
Or will you turn away,
Out of discomfort and shame.
Every time I open,
And let some-one in.
I end up more broken,
Then I was in the begin.
Why is it so hard,
For people to see real.
To not give me names,
After seeing what I feel.
So I stand alone;
With my dreams and thoughts.
Pretend to be fine,
Just laugh... lots and lots.
For one always so cheerful,
I seem sad tonight.
For one always imagining and laughing,
I don’t seem alright.
But what if I told you:
I feel like this a lot.
What if I told you:
This is not a faze I’ve got.
Could you understand,
If I explained the pain.
Or will you turn away,
Out of discomfort and shame.
Every time I open,
And let some-one in.
I end up more broken,
Then I was in the begin.
Why is it so hard,
For people to see real.
To not give me names,
After seeing what I feel.
So I stand alone;
With my dreams and thoughts.
Pretend to be fine,
Just laugh... lots and lots.
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 15 oktober 2005 | ||
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