sad

When I'm sad I don't show
When you'll look at me you won't know
That I'm struggling with myself
Like a wrong book at the wrong shelf

And it hurts it hurts like hell
But if you'd ask me I'd say I'm well
So don't ask me how I feel
Because whatever I say mostly isn't real

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