Outside you'll see a happy face, but inside I'm already dying.
I know there's always a better place, but the hurt stops me from wanting.
For at night I sleep with a heavy heart, and don't even look forward to morning.
I should've known from the very start, that I shouldn't have kept on trying.
Outside you'll see a happy face, but deep inside I keep on dying.
No matter what anyone says, this lonely heart is mourning.
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