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Showing off so hard to others that you're happy, only means that you need others acknowledgement about your happiness. You're not actually happy.

scratch

It's no one night decision

It's bugging me for ages

Keep banging on my door

I don't do drama

and I don't need one

when I just need you to be right here

I need to make it out as words

I need you, this last time, to simply listen

For whatever the end, happiness or sadness

I know I'll stay intact

Go on make me cry, soon I'll be aright

Go on break me, soon I'll be okay

Go on kick out your best no, soon I'll be simply fine

Just let me come forward, come all clean