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I'm sick and tired of this feeling

that tears me apart.

I hate when people want me to be

what I clearly am not.

I save my happiness for tomorrow

as the dawning of a new day

will wipe it all away, anyway.

Has it been that long

since I've been hiding

inside me?

Nowhere else to go,

the only place to be inside of me.

Since I've been hiding inside me,

nowhere else to be,

the only place to call home,

inside of me.

Wait as I crawl in

to my hiding,

anxiety rebuilds me as I

step outside this perfect circle of mine,

I save my happiness for tomorrow

and the dawning of a new day

will wipe it all away