I wear sunglasses inside, in the dark and in the rain
I wear them because I don't want the world to see my pain
I also don't want to act and be told to cheer up
So its best to get the shades and button up.
It's amazing what you see when you're hidden from the gaze
of the death stare, the dying eyes, the greys.
I can sense their energy, their hate and their fear
They pretend so badly yet they hold themselves so dear
I look at people from behind the glare
Yes I know it isn't fair
But I'm still trying to understand what
makes us all tick
and to be perfectly frank
it makes me 'f*c*i*g' sick.
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