This face I wear is not my own
I found it somehwere in the back of my room
It's nice and pretty and smiles alot
But it's not really what I am
No matter what I try, it doesn't go away
I wear my heart like a heavy coat, wishing I could take it off
But I fear the cold...
I don't hear my voice
I can't see my face
I can't feel my heart
It's like all that held joy
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