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Childhood of Fear
I can't handle these painful tears
I can't hide these ghastly fears
I can't pretend my life is happy
I can't admit my life is crappy
No one cares if I cry
No one cares if I die
So why do I try to have fun
If in the end, I only run
Far from civilization and life
For perfection is much too difficult a strife
I can't hide these ghastly fears
I can't pretend my life is happy
I can't admit my life is crappy
No one cares if I cry
No one cares if I die
So why do I try to have fun
If in the end, I only run
Far from civilization and life
For perfection is much too difficult a strife
Published 5th Nov 2011
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5th Nov 2011 2:29am
i like it and if you die you wont see the tears shed for you and there is no such thing as perfection it is only a myth we seek
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