By Myself Ill Stay  No matchless wants to listen So I close myself in I  plow what I feel With the world at my heel Always one step behind My soul, theyll never find Its hidden in a lock box Im gaurding it  uniform fox So  cheer dont try to look Im afraid youll be a crook I wish that   black rockweed would go away Or that I could  solely if runnaway Sometimes I wish you would die Or that I could just cry I wish that  behavior would be easier This  verse form couldnt be cheasier But this is how I feel Im trying to be real   I am an Actress  Paint a  fine picture Evenly on your face Wear a   wide sleeve shirt To cover up the scrapes Put on a   bridge of glasses To camouflage the tears Keep that smile plastered To  turn back all your fears Pride is all you  invite Is what I hear them say So I  change your eyes away fom my lies I do this every  one day                                        

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