I have begun to wonder,
Can you see it in my eyes?
Can you see the scars that go deep down
From all the years of lies?
And when you look at only me
Is it possible to know
That every scripted blink is
just my well-rehearsed show?
Or do you look straight past
and just believe that I'm the same
As the ones who's hearts are still intacted
the ones without the
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