i put on a smile
i laugh on cue
feeling like a doll isn't worth that extra mile
all i can do is run
as fast as i can everywhere to nowhere
they ask me questions, for i've broken up their fun
they ask me these questions as they seem to care
while all i can see is that sad look on his face
i'm all bottled up
got no place to go
no words will come out
all i can scratch out is i don't know...
my life feels like it is just being scripted,
but all of a sudden the writer withers and disappears
i'm too weak to go on and write my own ending,
so the page may look blank,
but it is really drenched with my anguish and tears.
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