Can you read me enough to know?
I guess not.
I've worked too hard on this mask to let you..
This mask of strenght.
To you I'm strong, a role model even..
Truth is, I'm weak.
Behind closed doors I'm broken, too broken for life.
I need someone to save me.
Yet no one knows..
Still I hope,
for someone to see the real me.
Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 3:19 PM UTC
Can you read me enough to know?
I guess not.
I've worked too hard on this mask to let you..
This mask of strenght.
To you I'm strong, a role model even..
Truth is, I'm weak.
Behind closed doors I'm broken, too broken for life.
I need someone to save me.
Yet no one knows..
Still I hope,
for someone to see the real me.
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