Nobody knows it's empty,
The smile that I wear.
The real one is left behind in the past
Because I left you there...
Nobody knows I am crying.
They won't even see my tears.
When they think I am laughing,
I wish you were here...
Nobody knows it's painful.
They think that I am strong.
They say it won't kill me,
But I wonder if they are wrong...
Nobody knows I miss you.
They think I am all set free,
But I feel like I am bound with chains,
Trapped in the mystery...
Nobody knows I need you.
They think I can do it on my own,
But they don't know I am crying
When I am all alone...
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