There were times when I smiled,
but it wasn't real.
It hurt my lips,
it hurt my heart
and yet I smiled,
because I didn't want the others
to feel unhappy
or realize what I'm going through.
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Forsaking My End
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Fake
There were times when I smiled,
but it wasn't real.
It hurt my lips,
it hurt my heart
and yet I smiled,
because I didn't want the others
to feel unhappy
or realize what I'm going through.
