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Blue Blue Blue
Here I go again
Hiding in a room,
Clutching pillows that aren't even mine
But that's alright, I guess
At least I'm being me
It's so easy for the world
All they do is put on a mask and go
Sadly, I can't do the same
I can't hide my scars or my pain,
And that makes it hurt even more
And how can I be free,
If I isolate myself?
How can I be loved,
If I fear the littlest touch?
I'm nothing but a pariah,
Condemned to forever want things I'll never have
I no longer feel the tears I cry
I'm so used to crying,
It feels like a job
That's fine, I guess
At least I'm not hiding how I feel
Hiding in a room,
Clutching pillows that aren't even mine
But that's alright, I guess
At least I'm being me
It's so easy for the world
All they do is put on a mask and go
Sadly, I can't do the same
I can't hide my scars or my pain,
And that makes it hurt even more
And how can I be free,
If I isolate myself?
How can I be loved,
If I fear the littlest touch?
I'm nothing but a pariah,
Condemned to forever want things I'll never have
I no longer feel the tears I cry
I'm so used to crying,
It feels like a job
That's fine, I guess
At least I'm not hiding how I feel
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