I think I might know what makes you run and hide,
from all that darkness you carry inside,
it eats at me, almost as much as it eats at you,
but there is nothing that I can do.
You don't let me help, you don't let me try,
you smile at me and I know it's nothing but a lie.
Still i return your smile and we pretend again,
for who do we turn to and who do we blame?
Things are done, they are done now,
that boat has already pulled up it's anchor and set sail,
so now we just make the best of it,
we look again and again for a quick fix,
which we know we will never ever be able to find,
so I just try to show you that life can also be kind.
I try to accept when you cannot see this,
because life isn't always going to be bliss,
we both know we haven't crossed any lines,
and that's how we get through this time after time.
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