Sometimes I wonder if it will ever end,
This pretend that we’re really happy,
This pretend that we believe it’s finally over,
That we don’t have to be afraid anymore,
That everything is really going to be okay,
That we’re not really alone and just
Sometimes feel like we are,
That we laugh way too much when
All we really want to do is cry,
Cry because we want to be held
And told that it’s going to be just fine
Because it is going to be just fine
And not because the one who’s holding
Us doesn’t know what else to say
Because they’re frightened too,
Frightened that everything they fear
Is actually true.


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