Smile like you mean it
It’s all for the best
Pretend that really
You’re not feeling stressed

 Laugh like its funny
When you know it’s not
Ignore the wound
Which was made by his shot

 Don’t cry out sorrow
Don’t show your peers
Don’t’ be so sad now
Oh come, stop those tears

Is it true I’m naïve
Or does he so care?
He’s breaking my heart now
This is so unfair.

The End

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