so now, when you're against the wall, scared and lonely, who can you really trust?
I mean, how many people in this world will give you a hand and say: come with me.
they are all fake in an empty world, where you must fit in or just get out.
when you're happy, you're too happy.
when you're sad, you're too sad.
it's impossible to find a way of making them happy and being happy at the same time.
and, knowing I can't do the impossible, I just stoped trying, and everything seems easier.
I won't wear a mask anymore, I'll show them what I really think, the real me.
who said we need friends, when friends are so hard to find?
in times like this, the only person you can trust is yourself.
and there's nothing wrong with that...
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