This girl in the yellow hooded sweatshirt passed me in the halls again,Thoses white strips cross me throught, embrace me and drag me in;And I try not to feel, cause I can't let these people see, the branches growing out to you from me, they'll burn these leaves.

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And these masks we put on everydaythey're just thin plastic sheets of pretendingwe all just make imposters of ourselvesdoes anyone really know who we are?

A few steps later I regret these stupid actions I have madebut I am petrafied;Even now I could at least try to try to try but instead I run and hide to empty rooms and take it out on furniture and walls

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I love this stuggle, its what lets me know I'm alive, and havn't just blended into the backgroundand my greatest fear is waking up from hereand looking in a mirror and finding my eyes have gone cold

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Or will this just come to an endless search for what went out?