Come on, now.
Pick yourself up.
Put on that show.
Pretend everything's all right.
You know it's not.
But do they need to?
No.
Fake your smile.
Hide your eyes.
Stay strong.
I know you feel like crying.
Don't.
I know you feel like breaking.
Don't.
That's what they want.
Can't you see?
But of course you can't.
Your vision's blurred
By those tears.
Those tears
That weren't supposed to fall
From your lifeless eyes.
But they did.
Now what?
You can't stop, can you?
I told you.
Don't.
But you didn't listen.
And now look where you are.
On the ground.
Crying.
On the gound.
Broken.
On the ground.
Defeated.
But that's not you.
So come on, now.
Pick yourself up.
Put on that show.
Pretend everything's all right.
Jun 2, 2010
Jun 2, 2010 at 10:20 AM UTC
Come on, now.
Pick yourself up.
Put on that show.
Pretend everything's all right.
You know it's not.
But do they need to?
No.
Fake your smile.
Hide your eyes.
Stay strong.
I know you feel like crying.
Don't.
I know you feel like breaking.
Don't.
That's what they want.
Can't you see?
But of course you can't.
Your vision's blurred
By those tears.
Those tears
That weren't supposed to fall
From your lifeless eyes.
But they did.
Now what?
You can't stop, can you?
I told you.
Don't.
But you didn't listen.
And now look where you are.
On the ground.
Crying.
On the gound.
Broken.
On the ground.
Defeated.
But that's not you.
So come on, now.
Pick yourself up.
Put on that show.
Pretend everything's all right.
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