Not Your Average Fake Smile

I am sweet and innocent and a little too sad

I've got lots of problems because of my drug addict dad

You'd think these things are what I'd hide away

But really, I'm an addict myself, in the worst kind of way

I love to be angry, I love to be mean

"But Kara, you're better than you seem"

They don't know me and they never really will

Because I rip open my skin just to feel

Yeah, you've heard of the depression and it's fake smile

But you rarely hear of the manic episodes that cause so much wild

It's the highest of highs

That I try to hide

Because everyone gets sad now and then

But not many hear voices that tell you to kill all your friends


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