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you ask why ive changed

and question every little thing

did you ever stop to think

that maybe im sick of hiding?

you never really knew me from the start

but you're always right

so ill shut up now

ill go to my room

shut and lock the door

the only place where i can be myself

dying inside between pink and fire

as i drown in these thoughts

i can hear you laughing

as i shed tears

watch as pink turns darker, fading into black

but you'll never know

because you'll never understand

no, you'll never be able to comprehend

what's inside

until you're too late

a day late

a daughter short