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I'm not pretty when I cry
D
I'm usually so good at keeping my troubles inside
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But they come bursting out no matter how I try
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I hug myself until my arms are tired
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I don't know why
D
I can't just work my issues out in time
E
My impatient mind just runs and rolls and snowballs
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Until it's smothered every good thing I had going,
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and I'm trying, and I'm going to survive
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Curled in a ball to protect what's in my mind
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What's left after all the thoughts have run through
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And devoured, and laid waste to me.