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I see u there,
Puttin on your act again.
But it aint fair,
Cos I can see through your make up.

Your not the perfect person,
That you, wanna b.
Just a liar and a fake,
A mirror of me.
A mirror of me.

You see The heartache,
Before it blooms.
And you see The world,
As it turns back on u.
Back on u.

And a mask cant save you now,
A victim of fate, victim of fate.
Them everyting comes out,
When u fall again.
Fall again.

And the smile u worked on 4 years,
Is perfected, is perfected.
But I can see straight through it nw,
To your tears, to your tears.

Hidden from the rest of the world,
I dont see why.
And you block your ears,
To block out al our cries.

But still you fall.