People look up to you.
For your brains, your beauty.
But few know your pain.
Pain of a broken home.,
of a broken heart.
Pain of a broken dream,
of a broken family.
But you go on as if nothing's wrong.
You put on your mask everyday,
cause you don't want them to see.
Cause if they can see,
they'll rip you apart.
They'll spread rumors and lies.
You can no longer face the pain.
You can no longer live a lie.
So you lift your troubles up,
to the God you know is real.
He tells you "None of it matters,
I will protect you,
I am all you need."
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