Every single day
The same old lie
Is told to each person
Each person she passes by.

No one knows how she really is
Or what she feels inside
Or why she constantly feels like this
Like she has to hide.

Hide from the world
Always living in fear
That someone is going to judge her
But preventing each tear.

She was always taught
That it was cowardly to cry
So instead she hides the fact
The fact that she wants to die

It is beyond a lie now
There is no more hope
It has become her way of life
All she can do now is mope

Every single day
The same old lie
Is told to each person
Each person she passes by.

 
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