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The script were reading, As we act out our lives. As we read between the lines When the curtain slowly opens We act out our lies. We cannot protray a hope, From a wishing well. I cannot  betray my feelings by show and tell. I don't know what happened, But the feelings gone. I tried to get it back but it left me alone. I can't take the lead, In which I cannot see. And I can know longer read, What I don't feel. Time cannot paint a portrait  of the way it use to be. Please don't put on those sad eyes when you look at me. But a play always ends, As sad as it may be. And the curtain always closes, As it will, For you and me. I don't know what happened, But the feelings gone. I tried to get it back but it left me alone.
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Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 11:04 AM UTC
The feelings gone
The script were reading, As we act out our lives. As we read between the lines When the curtain slowly opens We act out our lies. We cannot protray a hope, From a wishing well. I cannot  betray my feelings by show and tell. I don't know what happened, But the feelings gone. I tried to get it back but it left me alone. I can't take the lead, In which I cannot see. And I can know longer read, What I don't feel. Time cannot paint a portrait  of the way it use to be. Please don't put on those sad eyes when you look at me. But a play always ends, As sad as it may be. And the curtain always closes, As it will, For you and me. I don't know what happened, But the feelings gone. I tried to get it back but it left me alone.
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Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 11:04 AM UTC
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