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Once I think I've made it past
Some sorrow for awhile
I start to feel on my lips, a smile
Yet in the end it's just a mask.
Hiding pain and sadness becomes so very hard
I just need to keep on breathing
No thoughts about simply leaving
Get up each day, and try to keep up my guard.
I'm not the type to play along
If no interest I do feel
My feelings true or I'm off keel
In my heart there must be a song...
So here I am again and again
Just lost and wondering why
I can't meet the type of guy
That would also like to be my friend.

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