It Can't Be True by Jared Marsh

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It Canít Be True

Fake the truth
Take the pain
Ignore the questions
Cant complain

No one knows
The pain is true
Here it comes
The clock hits two

School lets out
Memories flow
Close my eyes
Feel so low

Taste of tears
On my lips
Pen in hand
Blood on wrists

In my mind
Always there
Engraved in my heart
She doesn't care

Leader of my heart
General of my pain
To you my love
Was just a game

Stole my heart
Tore in two
Goodbye my love
It cant be true