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by Bonnie Dec 21, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / other
Some call it pulling it together I call it falling apart Some call it strengthening I call it a weakened heart I call it love Some call it lust I know I love you Some think its a crush You call me fearless Though fear controls me It won't let me go Yet, you think I'm free Really I'm weak Some call it tough I'm not what I seem I tend to bluff Some think its fake I know we're real They throw comments at us As if we dont feel Its killing me now And has been for a while I show you a frown And you see a smile You think I'm happy Honestly, I'm hurt Things look to be getting better Wake up, they're worse I don't know what I think I think what I don't know Few things I'm sure of I know what I think of you though