I look behind the curtain
Of the lost and hated lies
It’s the gift of feeling broken
A beauty to the eyes
When all the world’s against you
You can’t help but wonder why
What it is you haven’t done
It’ll make you want to cry
And never finding trouble
Is a very curious thing
Only adds to the emotions
All about which you sing
For someone that hates yelling so
You’d think that I would like
The way that I’ve been treated
All my life, I’ll go on strike.
But no you can’t
You cannot find
It in your heart
Or in your mind
So all I can do
Is shy and shy
And hate and hate
And cry and cry
-Kara
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