This Part Of Me

Regrets gang up

Cluttering your mind

Soon you feel like

You want to cry

 

Taking you under

And bringing you down

No one really knows

And no one doubts

 

Your put-on happiness

Your strained smile

No one really sees

What it's really like

 

The tears,the blood, the pain

That no one gets to see

Cause no one really cares about

This part of me

The End

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