Kacey Hauck

sorry im not perfect
sorry im not true
sorry im not happy
sorry im not you
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you love me not
you love me so
you love me now
but let me go?
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a baby cries out
not knowing how much trouble hes in
only knowing about how he feels.
will he even realize it when hes 10?
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mom, im crying out for your help
hoping you will protect me
mommy why must you harm me?
i havent done anything, i cant even see
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weakness' hiding themselve to the world
they were held prisoners against their will
they had no choice but to stay kept inside
for the captors fear of letting them kno, of letting them show
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her mind is racing
with the pictures un folding
here were the troubles shes facing
theres a knife shes holding
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she is the master at charades
never letting them see who she really is
once they get too close she staggers back
and does all in her power to make them leave
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its the pain in her eyes
the smile when she lies
the way she acts like shes okay
never saying what she wants to say
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im searching for you
reaching out to take your hand
wanting to know your around
but i feel nothing
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you are my poison
my little taste of death
with you i risk
every single breath
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she wants to say goodbye
but they just said hello
her second thoughts are now
coming up from below
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i cant understand why you feel this way
why you hold back and wont go on
you never just say what you want to say
maybe you think that makes you strong
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there she goes as if no ones there
making you think she doesnt care
she walks w/ her head up high not riskng letting it fall whn they walk by
built tough&strong, no matter whats wrong
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they look at me & wht they see is the rhyme master
but all i see is a dangerous disaster
once apon a time is just a fantasy
why do they tell me what i just dont see
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scared and upset
crying like never before
wanting to get away
but cant walk out the door
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she walks in the room and turns around
there isnt a smile apon her face, just a frown
is it and which as she walks around
the pounding of her foorsteps are the only sound
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