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what's the point of going on
when you can't see into my heart?
But there's alwayz this fear of having you gone
accepting the loneliness is just too hard

who can see me when i'm invisible?
or do i have to morph into a butterfly?
but such things are so shallow and feeble
with time they'll just fade and die...

it hurts me when you smile but don't mean it
feel nothing for me but just fake it
when everything you do
don't mean a thing to you

i have reached a stage beyond tears
a stage where i have to face all my fears
if it means a life without you
at least i'll try to live it to the full