Why do I even try sometimes when all I do is fail?
Why do I even try to be without the pain I know so well?
What's the point in living like I never even cared?
What's the point in saying that I'm not even scared?
I'm terrified, in all reality, That you can see though my lies.
But what's the point when I'm standing there with tears in my eyes.
No one seems to be the way the try to say they are.
I really just wanna run away, and run very far.
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