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by Esther Nov 21, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I'm so sick of pretending, That every thing's OK. I'm sick of all the mending, to make the pain just go away Your meant to care, its part of your job, As my father your meant to be there not just some fat slob Even my mother, with who i fight Comes to my aid, in the middle of the night Your just a fake you don't really care. next time I'll pretend that you were there go overseas, for my graduation, what do i care??? its only a presentation! I'll just pretend that you were there