I walked around with bruises like badges for years
I almost drowned in my river of many tears
I learned how to hurt and I learned how to cry
And to pray to the lord, begging to die
Everyday I painted a smile on my face
And dreamed of heaven, a far away place
I covered my bruises with laughter and cheer
Used many drugs to cover my fear
Life’s not fair and people aren’t kind
In this world hatred and pain you will find
And in the interest of being fair
I left this world with a cold hollow stare

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