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I don't know what is going on behind my back,

but I do know that I want to cry, that I want to die.

The telephone never rings, but would you nail me to your wall?

I am weak,

I am strong,

yet I find myself fighting this senseless war.

I can run,

I can hide,

I can see you watching me from the corner of my eye.

I no longer want to play this game of truth & lies.

I don't know what is going on behind my back,

but I do know that I want to cry, that I want to die.