They wonder why she eats her emotions
Tub of ice cream on her lap
She sprinkles each spoonful with her tears
Tries to color her emotions
Get all the pain(t) from within her
But clear waterfalls off
Waterfalls dance down her cheeks
Leave all of it behind
They tell her to, "Cry on the inside like a winner"
Isn't it the works of a hypocrite, pretension?
Concealing all you wish to let out
Housing everything you want let go of
Are all winners afraid of their reality
Painting perfect lives on canvases
Pretending it's all real
I want to see the weakness in you
To celebrate the strength you pose
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