If I looked into his eyes I'd cry
Only he can see the hollow scared buried inside me
Glossy eys with fainted sighs
Should I be worried that I live my life with a disguise
Why does being happy seem like a far reality
One that I can't seem to reach
Being stuck in a dazed nightmare is all I know
He says I'm a rose yet I feel like a flower that couldn't grow
If I had know that life could leave me so low
Maybe I would have been prepared for its multiple blows
Then again rock bottom has its very own basement
It calls out my name without knowing I've become it's replacement.
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