Yeah you don't need to tell me it's a need.
But if I fall to deep,
Will I wake up when the world needs me?
I'd rather creep the darkness.
If I'm always tired, I can pretend to feel less.
I'm a mess.
I will spend all my tears right into the silence.
What they don't see, they don't know.
I get to keep myself for me alone.
And if you came to me for a show.
Just go. I won't.
Mourning has the sky painted red.
I trace my tears right back into my head.
As the night falls away, I return my mask.
Don't need strangers knowing what has me upset.
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