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Problem

You ask me what's wrong

And I lie to you.

 

I can't tell you the truth

Because my problem is you.

 

You're tearing me apart

Bit by bit.

 

And you have no idea

How it's killing me.

 

Every day there's a smile on my face

But it's fake.

 

You'll never know

And that's what hurts the most.

And that's what kills

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molly-claire
American
Published
Mar 26, 2011
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