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Only a true friend can tell when my smiles are real
Can tell just how I feel
What I'm thinking during class
When my eyes drift to the window glass
Any false friend can see when I smile
Yet not if they are true or foe
When they talk I'm like a mile
Long and far away
A stranger can tell when I'm hopeless
Meandering in the streets
I know I must look amiss
Dreams and reality that never meet
Emo's can see the pain under my sleeves
Even if they can not see any of me
Can see the depression I keep hidden
Can tell just by hearing my voice
My parents can tell nothing
I'm just a happy teen
Inside I'm dying again
With no more self esteem
Teachers think I'm really quiet
Quite a big mistake
Inside I feel like screaming
But not because of pain
I can tell even less
No more than you could think
I think I'm dead, but not put to rest
Would you yell if I let out a scream?
A true friend is anybody suffering like you
Could be anyone in the streets
They know about them as much as you about you
But know you more than anything
Only a true friend can tell
 Aira-Sinco · Sun May 04, 2008 @ 04:12am · 0 Comments |
