3am//House
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Last published Sun, Jul 3, 2016
Her eyes full of silent tears,
Heart full of wounds,
Mouth full of white lies,
Tell the world she'll be alright.
No one understands me really,
Maybe 1 person does but there are still things she dosen't know.
Everytime they talk i feel anxious.
Everytime those eyes looks at me,
I feel the heat of the world ready to set fire.
I put myself where my place is to be.
To prevent any problems.
Im happy, dont get me wrong.
We have our differences in life
Through friends and family
Sometimes we feel that we aint cut off
We aint their level.
You gotta endure it little by little.
And find that one person who would accept you.
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