Feels like I'm losing,
little pieces of myself,
cuz with each call I make,
it feels more like this is just our fate.
Never knowing the truth,
destine to wade through all these lies,
but I don't know if I can survive,
failing your trusting eyes.
But I put this brave face on,
and just hope you don't see,
the absolute terror,
that's hiding inside me.
Apr 28, 2011
Apr 28, 2011 at 8:32 PM UTC
Feels like I'm losing,
little pieces of myself,
cuz with each call I make,
it feels more like this is just our fate.
Never knowing the truth,
destine to wade through all these lies,
but I don't know if I can survive,
failing your trusting eyes.
But I put this brave face on,
and just hope you don't see,
the absolute terror,
that's hiding inside me.
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