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Never will you understand or know the pain I have gone through

How could you know what You never got the chance to know me

Hide behind your excuse, doesnt make a difference to me

It is always the same, that is how it will always be



All the while I hid where I was sure I couldnt be found

I made no trace, I made no sound

Wanted to be alone when it got too tough

Wanted to be elsewhere when the road got too rough



My heart would get broken, everyone said it was a part of life

But How could it be when it happened much too often...

and when you get exposed to something too often,

Don't you usually become immune?



Days flew by and then stood frozen

I wanted to say so much but not a word could be spoken

I would have a thought and as I opened my mouth, my voice would get lost in the air..

People always treated me as if I werent even there