No one understands me,
No one wants to try
No one can see right through me,
They can't see when I'm dying inside
They can't see right through the laughter,
They can't tell when I'm faking a smile
They can't tell when all I want to do,
Is sit in a corner and cry
Everything is just as perfect,
Everything is just as it should be
But no one can see right through the lies,
They judge only the side they can see
Maybe it's as well that they don't,
It would only be a burden on their head,
After all it's not something that's even worth a thought,
Some things are just better left unsaid.
~Via
Thank you imasassybitch for the cover ❤
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