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If I appear to you as happy Then I've put on another successful show I have mastered the art of masking Masking all of my weaknesses and flaws If you can confide in me your secrets Then I've gained the security of your heart I've mastered the art of trusting Trusting in myself, in you to understand I hope you will understand The reason I can't always talk at night The reason I wear long clothing in the summer The reason I can't always be touched in certain places No! It's not you baby , It's me My skin is just sensitive right now Wait for me to heal please Then I'll be ready for the show again. Then you can once again confide in me I'll be back to service you once more. Sometimes I forget that I'm needed. I forget that I'm a part time therapist I forget that I have people dependent on me I even forget there is a me, until night fall When everyone goes to sleep When the messages stop When there's no more people When there's only… me That's when the world breaks down My skeletons come out to play The voices rush through my mind My Hell is unleashed and I am alone. Just me and the weapon of my choice Sharp and ready Ready to conquer my demons Even if just for a night My therapist is my scars My performer is my blade My volt is the blood shed And no one knows them but me. They don't know what I been feeling What I'm still feeling They are not aware of my trials and tribulations They don't know I need help too
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Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 8:16 AM UTC
I'm here to please you
If I appear to you as happy Then I've put on another successful show I have mastered the art of masking Masking all of my weaknesses and flaws If you can confide in me your secrets Then I've gained the security of your heart I've mastered the art of trusting Trusting in myself, in you to understand I hope you will understand The reason I can't always talk at night The reason I wear long clothing in the summer The reason I can't always be touched in certain places No! It's not you baby , It's me My skin is just sensitive right now Wait for me to heal please Then I'll be ready for the show again. Then you can once again confide in me I'll be back to service you once more. Sometimes I forget that I'm needed. I forget that I'm a part time therapist I forget that I have people dependent on me I even forget there is a me, until night fall When everyone goes to sleep When the messages stop When there's no more people When there's only… me That's when the world breaks down My skeletons come out to play The voices rush through my mind My Hell is unleashed and I am alone. Just me and the weapon of my choice Sharp and ready Ready to conquer my demons Even if just for a night My therapist is my scars My performer is my blade My volt is the blood shed And no one knows them but me. They don't know what I been feeling What I'm still feeling They are not aware of my trials and tribulations They don't know I need help too
Anti-Society
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Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 8:16 AM UTC
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