They think they know how we feel
They think they understand
But they don't know what we have to do to heal
To pick ourselves up and stand
To having our whole world collapse inside us
But covering it up with a smile they say is so precious
To having them think we're quiet because we're shy
But knowing that if we speak, we might unveil what we hide inside
To having them question why we don't talk much
Hell, they have no idea how much we talk to ourselves
They think we're strong and we never cry
Ask our bathroom tiles who have held us a million times
They think they know how we feel
Well we wish they did
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