silent anger, i hold back
out of reach, i keep you distant
i smile so you think I'm okay
never saying what i want to say
holding back, with tear filled eyes
i never show you the tears i cry
but you've always sensed my demise
you brush me off like a piece of lint
hoping one day I'll feel content
i don't tell you whats wrong
because you never ask
you look right through me like a piece of glass
holding back, this breath is my last
out of reach, i keep you distant
i smile so you think I'm okay
never saying what i want to say
holding back, with tear filled eyes
i never show you the tears i cry
but you've always sensed my demise
you brush me off like a piece of lint
hoping one day I'll feel content
i don't tell you whats wrong
because you never ask
you look right through me like a piece of glass
holding back, this breath is my last
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