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They know that style,

The look of a fake smile,

They stare as if I’m on trial,

Which leads me into exile.

Every time I’m in pain,

I can’t hide the fierce strain,

So I force a grin in vain,

But there’s certainly nothing to gain.

Now knowing that I must stay true,

Instead of hiding those aching blues,

After all the hurt I have been through,

I can present myself in full view.