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July 30th, 2004

The real me
is always angry
No mother around
No tear you'll hear hit the ground

The real me cries
And my inside dies
I'm so lost and confused
My heart is badly bruised

The real me hides
And never confides
I lost my heart
Because it broke apart

The real me
Hidden completely
It'll never show
And you'll never know