the poem
i can bear this no longer this thing called my heart
its slowliy tearing me apart
pulling me in two dkirection
all i need is true affection
as i lay staring at the ceiling
i wonder what is this feeling
most of the time i feel like dying
and i just want to break down crying
wondering how many other people are lying to me
they cant see who i can truly be
so as you sit there reading this as you do
think about how many people have lied to you
its slowliy tearing me apart
pulling me in two dkirection
all i need is true affection
as i lay staring at the ceiling
i wonder what is this feeling
most of the time i feel like dying
and i just want to break down crying
wondering how many other people are lying to me
they cant see who i can truly be
so as you sit there reading this as you do
think about how many people have lied to you
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