"You see the smile that's on my mouth
Is hiding the words that don't come out
And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed
They don't know my head is a mess
No, they don't know who I really am
And they don't know what I've been through (..)
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to, It's true."
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