they don't understand
how lonely i really feel,
i want to hold your hand â
i want something real
they don't really know
how much it hurts me,
it's like giving a show â
it's like not being free
they don't know a thing
about who i am at all,
it's like waiting for spring â
it's like always living in fall.
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