Friday, February 8, 2019

The Irony

I like to pretend that am ok
After all they say fake it
Til you make it...
I like to pretend that i am happy
To hide the  tears and pain I carry
Every body thinks  I am joyful
Cause I sing and dance and smile
They dont know that is the way I cry.

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