Maybe, maybe we are a lot of introverts Smiling and laughing Acting like extroverts In the hope that we will be loved If we act like fools, Hide our wounds and scars, And are wannabes that are looking for love So someday, Maybe someday, Someone will fill heal our wounds Make our scars disappear See what others can't see And give us the love we thought we lacked, And give us a reason to live Or maybe an explanation for all we had to be through But it's a lie and we actually know it Because we don't lack love Because our wounds will heal with time Because our scars are what made us Because we have the right to be ourselves Because we can be cry-babies too Because we can be scared or unhappy And we don't truly need anybody else So let's dab on the haters And say "fuck it" Yes, I'm an introvert and I act like an extrovert, because I am afraid nobody will like me other way, But you know what? I don't care. I can be a wannabe or an introvert or an extrovert or a depressed person or a happy person I can be whatever I want whenever I feel like it. So let me smile without reason And sing like I can sing
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