finnaly looking at myself, by a rose by any other name would hurt just as bad. Subscribe to rss feed for a rose by any other name would hurt just as bad.

i have the perfect lie 
youll never have to worry 
you wont ever see the truth inside
but ill secretly say sorry
cause i have to lie to you
but i want you to think i am happy
so, i wont tell you the truth
ill just pray you wont see
that "im not in pain
its you not me
going insane"
i wanna go along
with the way
your acting
but it seems so wrong 
the way im reacting
you need help
but i cant seem to open my mouth
cause im afraid youll be hurt
and find a way to leave
im afraid youll
see....
im the problem
its all me

Posted: 2007-08-30 22:15:18 UTC

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