Love doesn't see the pain.
But hurt is so strong.
Will you be there for me?
Love is distorted as I see it.
When can I feel loved?
Loneliness is becoming a part of me.
They see me as happy;
Glad that they do.
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Love is distorted as I see it.
When can I feel loved?
Loneliness is becoming a part of me.
They see me as happy:
Glad that they don't see the pain.
But hurt is so strong.
Will you be here for me?
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