I feel sad all the time
I don't know what to do
I wash my mind of filth
When friends are looking through
I tell them I am tired
I make up one more excuse
Inside I am trying
To hang myself a noose
If everyone knew that
I am sure their minds would change
I am not the smart and funny girl
But the sad, sick and strange
I want the strength of a thousand men
Not to lift, but to fight
What I show of my soul
In the pure daylight
xx
I don't know what to do
I wash my mind of filth
When friends are looking through
I tell them I am tired
I make up one more excuse
Inside I am trying
To hang myself a noose
If everyone knew that
I am sure their minds would change
I am not the smart and funny girl
But the sad, sick and strange
I want the strength of a thousand men
Not to lift, but to fight
What I show of my soul
In the pure daylight
xx
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