Nobody knows when somebody's sad
Because we've all become experts at hiding.
Out laughter is forced, our smiles are fake
Through this sadness in which we're abiding.
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We are the hurting, the broken, the dying,
The lonely, the friendless, the sad.
No, we're not tired, that's just our lie,
And no, we don't mean to look mad.
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You'll always find us sitting alone
With music, a phone, or a book.
It really not hard to spot us,
But nobody cares to look.
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The words that we speak are soft,
But the voices in our heads are drumming.
Out piles of insecurities seem far too talk
To even dream of overcoming.
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We hide our tears until we're alone,
Then cry at home in our beds,
When the whispers come out to haunt us
From the monsters inside our heads.
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We try to act strong
And blend in with the crowd,
But their smiles are real,
And their voices are loud.
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Nobody sees us,
We're nearing our end.
If we continue unnoticed,
Soon, we'll all end up dead.
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