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Dec 2010
I don't really know anymore
What it is you are looking for.
I can't say what you see
Is the person inside of me,
Because I don't know who I am
You don't really give a ****.
I can put on a smile,
But the truth will be awhile.
I can put on a show,
Even if I wanna let it all go.
I'll always act tough
Even when I've had enough.
I'll act real sweet and peachy keen
After all I'm your machine
Give me a command
One easy to understand.
I can make you laugh
But of me I only give half.
I can also make you cry
It's so easy to tell a lie

I'll give you many emotions

But you'll never have my devotion

I'll perform a charade
You won't know I'm afraid
I'll give you a wink
But in a blink
I can turn away
So give me a line,
Don't worry I'm fine
There's always another day

It seems that I can never win
Life's hard for a Harlequin.
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