Blä.
Känner för att gömma mig bakom på tok för mycket kajal och hälla i mig alkohol like there was no tomorrow.
You see the smile that's on my mouth, it's hiding the words that don't come out.
All of my friends who think that I'm blessed, they don't know my head's a mess.
No, they don't know who I really am.
You see the smile that's on my mouth, it's hiding the words that don't come out.
All of my friends who think that I'm blessed, they don't know my head's a mess.
No, they don't know who I really am.
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