The End
The End
I pretended to be strong when i was weak
I pretended to be okay when i was wounded
I pretended to attack you so that i could defend myself
So that i could hide myself
I built an army of scarecrows and pretended that i was armed
And now
I look back
I was so caught in pretending that i had forgotten how to be me
But now
It’s too late to turn back
It’s too late to regret
It’s too late to fix things
Because
I feel that
I know that
The end is coming
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