Dirty looks thrown across the room
Those icy stares hits me in the heart.
Feeling broken
Stressed out
Embarrassed.
Asking myself all these questions.
Can I talk?
Can I talk?
Am I real?
Do I belong here?
What do I do?
Run away.
Hide.
Never look back.
Wish this feeling will go away.
Time will tell.
Will my life be lived like this?
Time will tell.
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