Wear on my sweetest smile
And fake my happiest tone
Bury my anger and all the words that haven't come out of my mouth
They will not see the injuries from the south
I'll save up my cynical smirk for the upcoming disappointment
I'll gather all the damages for whoever needs them back
I'll pick up all the pieces for the next time someone wants to see me collapse
I'm sure there's more
So try your best to hurt me until i care
Cause i'm still standing here
Not dead not vanished not devastated
Clearly there's a mission uncompleted
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