It's like a horrible, horrible struggle,
To fall through the cracks of 'reality',
To see that their truth is lies...
And nothing you have learned holds any weight.
It's a horrible, horible circumstances,
To deliberately block all their lessons,
To turn a deaf ear to their cries,
For they wouldn't understand anyway.
It's a horrible, horrible feeling,
To look at your loved ones and know,
To see through them into the soul
And know they will never survive.
Sot hen you hide your secret life
And hope nothing will spoil the feeling.
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