(co-written by kookiejunkie)
I've got a secret, can't you tell?
My secret is, I'm not doing wellMy tears are hidden, my smile is fake
But for you to notice, what will it take?Will I have to beg? Will I have to plea? You know I would never because that's not me
Why don't you notice? I can't possibly be putting up a good front
Do you not care? Maybe you think it's just a stuntI swear I'm not faking, I'm just tired of my self-doubt
Just because it's about me doesn't mean I don't need help figuring this outFine, I give up. Who cares anymore?
I know you hate secrets but here goes one moreI had a secret, although you couldn't tell
My secret was I wasn't doing so wellOh, but now? I'm completely at peace
For everyone knows there's nothing scarier than being deceased

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Sing and Dance
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