Faking

I'm tired of living the way that I do
Trying to force a lie to be true
Happy and cheerful, free and new
Suppressing myself and all that I knew

I long for the day when I'm finally free
Not forced to bow down like the wind blows a tree
When i can show my true colors for all who can see
The rainbow of colors that all make up me

But that day is a myth, a lie in the making
If you think there's a way out, your sadly mistaking
Because to be honest, I'll always be faking
Because of this fact, my life I am taking

I'm tired of feeling the way that i do
Living this life as if i have to

confusiondepressionfantasylifepeoplerhyme

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