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Author: Raiast
Fiction Rated: K+ - English - Drama/Tragedy - Reviews: 3 - Published: 02-01-06 - Updated: 02-01-06 - id:2103693

You gotta hold your head up high,
And look up to the sky,
When you feel like breaking down.

When life is tearing you apart,
And you’ve got a broken heart,
And you wear an icy frown.

You gotta find strength to be strong,
And pretend like nothing’s wrong,
To fool all those around,

It’s the game we have to play,
Because life just works that way,
It’s the way it’s gonna stay
Until all time.

So poor girl don’t be afraid,
Take a step out of the shade,
You can’t live until your debt is paid,
I paid mine.

It’s the game we play,
It won’t go away,
We must look and feel like we don’t care.

And all I can say,
Is your heart betrays,
You just pretend the pain isn’t there.

You gotta hold your head up high,
And look up to the sky,
When you feel like breaking down.

When life is tearing you apart,
And you have a broken heart,
And you wear an icy frown,

You gotta find strength to be strong,
And just pretend like nothing’s wrong,
It’s your job to fool all those around,

You gotta live your life
In pain and strife
Without making one damn sound.

It’s the game we gotta play,
The same day after day,
It’s the way your life will stay
Until all time,

So poor girl just masquerade
That you’re not feeling so betrayed,
That’s the way the game is played,
For all time.



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