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Sep 2018
Can't you hear my screams
Oh wait you put them on mute
Thinking this just one of my reoccurring themes
You just sit there and brute
I go out in my costume
Pretending to be what I am not
She is okay, you just assume
There is way more to my story than the plot
In case you forget
I am afraid to get caught
In all those lies I bought
So I sit here and rot
With all of my thoughts
I couldn't be more distraught
Wishing it would all stop
Somebody has to play cop
Before it's too late and I drop
Secrets Are Made To Hide
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