Surrounded by strangers I call friends
I crack my face, a smile bends.
a false me for all to see, one more tax on my emotional fee.
little by little I drain away
lose myself more each day.
everyone thinks they know me, thinks they know my face
but each sees a different me, where is my place?
who am I from day to hour
do I control my life or am I in anothers power?
what good is life if it's not your own?
walk through life with a heart of stone.
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