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Smiling but wanting to cry,

Talking but wishing I could be quiet.

I’m tired of all these tissues,

And issues.

I hope you’re not telling me

Just what I want to hear,

Cause it’s working.

I want to disappear,

But you’ll be worried about me,

And I can’t have that.

So I stay and I talk,

I pretend that I’m fine

And that you mean what you say.

So yeah,

I really hope you aren’t saying only what

I want to hear.