Inside

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Here we can't hear
We don't speak
Just overthink

I can walk into a room
And no one will know what
I've gone through

Now no one will judge
We don't have to budge
Do you want some fudge?

Sorry I'm too pushy
At least that what I've been told
Hand in my hair

My bracelets are all stolen
From the people who forgot
About my well-being

I'm not mad
For they've been through worse
My feelings are still valid

The tip-toe of the clouds above
Remind me it's not over
At least not yet

You coax me to go out
And dance with you
But you're just a dream

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