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The Show

The happiness I felt

as I watched them start to bleed,

these scars they will not heal

nor will they all recede.

 

I watched the blood fall

as the curtain starts to rise,

I feel my heart break

as all hope dies.

 

The pain I feel inside

as i watch the blood fall,

will not go away

just like the writing on the wall.

 

The show is starting now

as the droplets form a pool,

if you think you know the story

then you are a fool.

 

It's all about a girl

who would rather die,

then live her life

knowing it was all just a lie.

 

When the curtain finally falls

everyone starts to leave,

but by then I can

no longer deceive.

 

I see the funeral

there's really no one there,

I see my family

are they the only ones who care?

 

I hated my life

but I lived it through,

for what it's worth

all I wanted was you.....

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