Mute

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I also want to smile,
But the thuth is I always fail.
Sorry, if I rile,
I can't find place where to sail.
There were people who I shouldn't been
with,
There were days I shoudn't have cried.
Why do I now miss,
If all of my love died?
I live to get why we lie,
We live and pretend we are good.
But honestly, we only die,
Leaving ourselves mute.