She knows her past
she lives the present
she dreams of her future
they say shes happy.
She smiles more often
than she cries
her life is perfect
or so they say.
None can tell
deep down shes a liar
her lips may smile
but her eyes are empty.
Why does she hide?
Why does she pretend?
Theres more to her
than they'll ever guess.
Her past pains
are her present torments
her future she knows
will never exist.
And they don't know
she cries in her sleep
her life isn't perfect
it never has been.
None can tell
deep down shes a liar
her lips may smile
but her eyes are empty.
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