pretending that i'm fine
i seem to be good at hiding
because i'm sometimes not alright
guess i'm good at telling lies»it's some kind of umbrella
an umbrella not rainkissed yet,
hiding me and staying shut;
it does a good job protecting me.«xxx
for the ones who can see
me without that umbrella.
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