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All the real people that I see Are just as fake as I'll always be All the time I waste on thinking thoughts of what good my pain has brought I stand here, fearful of what will I become the good, the bad All the things I welcome We are what we always were The happiness we buy Emptiness that we cry As always, we continue to try for fear that one day just maybe we'll know why All the people that I see Are just as fake as me But why? Why bother to be If we could start to be real maybe then, our insecurities could heal All the time I spend on feeling all the pain I should have spent trying to maintain the love I was ever given