THE FACADE Back in the gloomy shadowed forests Filled with the souls of the forgotten She clawed at her grave with broken nails Not knowing she was burying herself more. Back when she had a life, a purpose She lit up the room with her cheery smile But on the inside, her soul was rotten And all her facade did was break her more. Her heart was broken many times By scenarios in her head They were there, but they weren’t, yet she really believed That the world was waiting for her greatness They sewed her heart with a needle and string They patched her face up tight The countless scars running down her arms Tell the story of her life No one knows the real her And she knows they never will And though everyone tells her she’s beautiful She knows, she knows, they’re wrong Whatever they see is part of the facade.
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