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Darkness within
This painful secret in me only I know and I would never say,
Even though it’s tearing me apart I’ll take to my grave,
Destiny played a trick on me; it gave illusions to my life,
But the truth is I was born to suffer alone and slowly die,
When I am asked how I’m doing, I just reply “fine”,
But behind my laughter is actually a man screaming inside,
Whenever I hug you I’m actually asking for help every time,
Whenever I shake your hand I’m actually saying goodbye,
During the day I keep my tears inside,
I put on a force smile for my sorrow to hide,
I wear many masks as the day goes on,
Afraid I won’t be accepted; afraid I won’t belong,
I’m a fraud to others; I’m not what people see,
So I got to keep this act going so they never know the truth about me,
My mind is obscure of why destiny chose me,
I isolate myself because confine by this secret I’ll always be,
I will never see daylight; there will never be a dawn,
I’ve stop my watch hoping that tomorrow may never come,
So in melancholy I’ll continue to walk these infernal streets,
Roaming the dark, burying myself in deep,
You see only in the dark I could be free,
Only the dark accepts me for me,
Even though it’s tearing me apart I’ll take to my grave,
Destiny played a trick on me; it gave illusions to my life,
But the truth is I was born to suffer alone and slowly die,
When I am asked how I’m doing, I just reply “fine”,
But behind my laughter is actually a man screaming inside,
Whenever I hug you I’m actually asking for help every time,
Whenever I shake your hand I’m actually saying goodbye,
During the day I keep my tears inside,
I put on a force smile for my sorrow to hide,
I wear many masks as the day goes on,
Afraid I won’t be accepted; afraid I won’t belong,
I’m a fraud to others; I’m not what people see,
So I got to keep this act going so they never know the truth about me,
My mind is obscure of why destiny chose me,
I isolate myself because confine by this secret I’ll always be,
I will never see daylight; there will never be a dawn,
I’ve stop my watch hoping that tomorrow may never come,
So in melancholy I’ll continue to walk these infernal streets,
Roaming the dark, burying myself in deep,
You see only in the dark I could be free,
Only the dark accepts me for me,
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