Insanity

Can you not tell
I'm suffering inside?
Can you not tell
I'm trying to hide
How I really feel?
How much work it takes me to keep the real
Me inside?1

Apparently you can't.
You don't sense there's something wrong.
So I'll just sing this sad, sad song
In my brain;
I swear this'll drive me insane,
But insanity is a small price to pay
For your happiness and smile.

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