All the things you'll never know.

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Your life is a clownery
So fake and dull,
The fake smiles, and tears
that you simply let go,

and she tries to believe
to pretend that they're true,
But inside she really knows,
That they're nothing but shadows of you.

You step on the road
and change it's course,
Your will and desire are never the same,
and she keeps on believing
that you'll never change.

But
Do you know that she cries
When you go out?
Yes, she knows that you lie about yourself.

But you can't see her falling down.
'Cause these are
All the things you'll never know.

She cries all night long,
alone in her bed.
She thinks of what you've done
and what you have said.

But she wants to believe,
to see them as true.
But they're nothing more
than lies, ilusions created by you.

Why do you say
that you see only her?
All the lies and all the faking
Just keep on growing
and you don't seem to care.

But
Do you know that she cries
when you say goodbye?
Yes she knows that you lie
About your life.

But you can't see her falling down.
And these are
All the things you'll never know.

You'll never know.
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[possivelmente virá a ser uma musica.]