He had more problems in three days.
Than you'll have in a three years case.
He would hide underneath his disguise.
And this was the reason no one could realised.
And this was the reason no one could realise.
Fought like a knight but died inside.
When no one were watching, he always cried.
Under his skin he had this war, but he did nothing except to ignore, he did nothing except to ignore.
Running away from himself.
Closing all the books, putting them on the shelf.
Fighting his war on his own, and no one knows he is alone.
No one knows he is alone.
Trying so hard not to be seen.
Always saying things he didn't mean.
Planning to leave, but decided to stay and hoped that the night would soon turn to day.
In hope that the night would soon turn to day.
Running away from himself.
Closing all the books putting them on the self.
Fighting his war on his own, when no one knows he is alone.
When no one knows he is alone.
His uniform did not make him proud.
It made him a part of the crowd.
He was torn up bit by bit.
Even thought he wouldn't admit.
Running away from himself.
Closing all the books, putting them on a shelf.
Fighting his war on his own, when no one knows he is alone.
When no one knows he is alone.

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