& once again, doubt clouds the minds.
she sits and wonders what she means to you.
will she be remembered or treated like dirt.
boo! she'll take a broom to chase away those thoughts now.

it's only good to be insightful at night.
'cause then, there'll be no one to see the tears that fall.
& even if there's no one to brush the tears away, it doesn't matter.
no one will ever get the chance to anyway.
she's gonna build one of those fortress walls around herself.
this way, she's always going to be protected.

facades can really go a long while.
one big happy smile, and laugh the whole day,
and she fools practically everybody.
yay, it's heartening to know that she's finally capable of something.
4:24 PM
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