They told me we're the same,
And that we shouldn't complain.
But I can only see two sides,
The dark one is where I hide.
When they see her,
I wish I could've been better.
When they see me,
I wish they could agree.
People don't notice the real pain,
They only look at the shame.
Help me, they tear me down!
Don't be surprise if I leave the town.
Dream big, they say.
I try to understand that sentence, abusing of the replay.
I can't help, I don't understand,
I don't understand.
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