Look at all these people behind the window.
Now look at the same people with angry faces.
Finally, look at the people with no faces at all,
Those are the survivors out of them all.
Because when people tell them they're useless
And when people tell them they are ugly
Those are the people who hide their faces
Hoping not to upset us all.
But inside their lonely hearts
Are where all the feelings drift apart
It's where all their feelings start to break
And all their hearts, start to fall.
Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 7:20 PM UTC
Look at all these people behind the window.
Now look at the same people with angry faces.
Finally, look at the people with no faces at all,
Those are the survivors out of them all.
Because when people tell them they're useless
And when people tell them they are ugly
Those are the people who hide their faces
Hoping not to upset us all.
But inside their lonely hearts
Are where all the feelings drift apart
It's where all their feelings start to break
And all their hearts, start to fall.
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