Fake
act happy for the crowd, hunny
don't let them see your pain, dear
cover up those cuts, you little wench
don't you dare tear up in front of them
never let them know the way you feel
even when your heart feels fit to burst
why would they even care
why would then want to put you first
so keep hiding the frown
the fake smile looks fine
laugh away the tears that want to fall
even though you gave it your all
and you feel so utterly small
keep your worthless self in line
Act happy for the crowd
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