I get up every morning and go to bed every night,

WitH thIs FeeLing ThAt SomEthIng Is mIssiNg,

But I don’t kn0w whAt aNd I don’t knOw whY.

This EmptIneSs is jUst KilLing Me,

And I Can’t Do AnytHing, not even cry.

I Sometimes PretEnd To Be HaPpy,

TalKinG A lot And LaUghIng oUt LoUd

So ThAt Nob0dy WouLd Kn0w WhaT’s ReAlly Inside.

But At The End 0f The Day,

I Always Find MysElf All Al0ne,

Enc0untering The CruCial Truth

That I’m too BroKen Inside

That Not EvEn A MiLli0n LauGhteR CaN Take It Away

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