happy girls cry too

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crying, crying, crying
turned the faucet off
now she stopped

no more screams
no more yells
holding all this temper in

smiles, cheers and giggles
holding all the anger in
not just anger but sadness too

don't worry
no one has seen her sad
only herself in the night of her room.
crumbling down inside
managing a smile on the out

faucet slowly turning back on
every night she cries at home
no one hears
no one sees
the true colors of defeat

she see her true identity
the emotions swallowing her up
crying, crying, crying
tears fall down her face

she doesn't wipe them off
but let's them stain
happy girls cry too

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