Unforgettable miseries I have That keep me awake all night long Trying hard my emotions to hide Singing a cheerful love song While crying inside
I’m not physically down But my hearth is sore Just like a depressed clown Working in a department store Supposed to entertain people, Tired of acting happy anymore
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