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Just tell yourself you don't need it |
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And hope it's enough |
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to convince yourself to stop feeling |
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And believe it's the truth |
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I've made it through the storm |
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But I'm here standing still |
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This broken mask I've worn |
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Is too hard to conceal |
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I tried to find another way |
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But these fears |
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Grow stronger by the day |
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Inside I am failing as the years go by |
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This divide is prevailing |
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No matter what I try |
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I forced myself to stop feeling |
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What I couldn't control |
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I believed that I could stop bleeding |
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But it's taken its toll |
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I've made it through the storm |
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But I'm here standing still |
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This broken mask I've worn |
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Is too hard to conceal |
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So I've let go for the last time |
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I'm sorry I should have known |
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But I once believed that I could be |
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All I thought was inside of me |
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But now I see these injuries |
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Were never meant to heal |
