Inside, her heart screaming in pain
Outside, she pretends to be the same
Hanging with her kills her slowly
Talking to him kills her softly
Almost completely dead
The feeling she always dreads
Her heart keeps breaking as she walks
Pain keeps coming as she talks
Her heart breaking, and there's nohing she can do
Her face now stained with tears
Still she has the nerve to stay in love with you
Is that really me I see looking back in the mirror?
It takes an Athlete to Dance, but an Artist to be a Dancer. Some people learn how to dance, while others are born to. Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, it's about learning to Dance in the Rain. Dancing with your feet is one thing, Dancing with the Heart is another.
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