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I'm surrounded by people,
So why do I feel so alone?
I feel so terribly miserable,
Like I don't have a life of my own.

I'm starting to get used to this,
This constant feeling of missing you.
Even though I'm hurting inside,
You don't have the slightest clue.

I refuse to let you see my pain,
I won't let you see me cry.
But most important of them all,
I don't let anyone see me wanting to die.

I wonder if that would make you happy,
Seeing me so damn sad.
Everytime I close my eyes,
I remember what we had.