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They don't know I'm lying, When I say my eyes don't cry, I've kept up the guise of living, Though inside I slowly die. I'll never show a weakness, Though perhaps an angry rage, I'm too strong to seem like I've weakened, Trapped inside this mortal cage. And I know they think I'm crazy, With each new scar I make, But the truth is, it feels better, Than the pain I have to take. The scars are faint reminders, Each one of them will fade, There's a lessen and a story, Behind every one I've made. They tell me what I've lived through, And that it will get harder yet, But I've always pushed on through it, And I can't ever forget. Inside I know that I'm a coward, Too afraid to save myself, Clinging to a faithless hope, Stored on that dusty shelf. I wonder what it'd be like, If I left them all behind, Would I regret their sadness, Or forget in the peace I'd finally find? I know I'll never do it, Just another of my lies, But the thought is almost tender, In the darkness of my mind. I could hold ten thousand pounds, If I wasn't so tired and weak, It gets harder to sing with every dawn, So I'll close my eyes and softly speak. Still in every moment of sadness, I wage my eternal fight, Keep praying to find sunny days, And sweet, sacred nights. So I'm an angel with a broken wing, Trying oh so hard to mend, Finding solace in the very few, My soul, my love, my friends. I lie to them when I smile, I reassure them when I don't, Though leaving them has crossed my mind, I know deep down I won't. I try and say that I don't need it, That I can do it on my own, But the truth is, I'd be dead now, If they'd left all alone. They don't know they do it, And there are things I will not say, Even though they still think I'm crazy, They save me every day. So pile on the weight again, Crimson gives me a fresh start, Though it seems that you have won, my dear, You'll never still my heart. It's funny how I'm dying, But I want so much to live, That even though I want release, I'm giving all that I can give. And it's odd how when I'm crying, My smile is the truth, And how I feel so very old, But I'm clinging to my youth. My spirit's made of diamonds, The strongest that there are, You can stop me for the day, But that won't get you very far. I am serene as the ocean, Eternal as the moon and sun, And even broken and bleeding, You won't ever see me run.