I live my life alone
like a toy up on a shelf
standing in a room full of people
I feel all by myself
Everyone can see me
But I'm not really there
I'm hidden in my own world
filled with darkness and despair
Where smiles cover teardrops
and laughter covers screams
everything isn't as it is
ans nothing's as it seems
To me the fakesness is overwhelming
but no one sees the facts
they choose their sunshine and rainbows
while I like my things black
I suppose my mind is different
I live to see the bad
and everyone is only happy
'cause they don't know they're sad
But is a life of stupidity
a life I can bear to see
No, I think I'm happy being sad
as long as I'm still me.
(old)
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