Im not sure how many times,
I've tried to hide from the truth,
it's always catches up to me,
it always finds its way through.
Sometimes it's quite frightening,
sometimes it's not bad,
sometimes it shows me the fun,
and the things I wish I had.
I hate how the truth is so out there,
I hate how it's so damn true,
I hate how I notice my life is crazy,
I hate how I cry at night.
I'm not sure how many times,
I've to hide from the truth,
it always catches up to me,
it always finds its way through.
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