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I am happy when I am with my friends
In the day, it is always me in the end
When I want to cry there is no one
When they are happy, I am no one
There is something that's killing me
Some things that doesn't make me happy
It is not a thing that I worry
I get used to it and it is the way to be
I may feel unwanted, but I am not
There is things that I can keep aside
My mind that keeps overthinking a lot
Those things that I just want to hide
Doesn't matter if you are here
I will always have myself free
Free from the stress you're giving
Hope being alone made it worth living