You didn't confess when confronted with your lies,                                      
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how quickly I regret ever letting you in my life                                      
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  You think you were so smart, leading me along,                                            
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an actor playing a part, convincing me I'm wrong                                                          
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Making me think it's me being paranoid,                                            
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since then, I am done, it's you I now avoid                                                            ­                
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So now, you say that you are missing me,                                                    
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  like that will somehow change my mind,                                              
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I think it is time for you to see,                                                             ­ 
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these eyes of mine aren't blind                                                            ­                  
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You are telling all our friends,                                                         ­   
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you don't know what you did,                                                             ­               
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when will all your lying end?                                                             ­           
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You­ treated me like ****                                                             ­               
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  It isn't up to me to tell                                                             ­                           
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everyone my side                                                             ­                                     
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 You just wait, you'll see                                                              ­                          
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the truth you can't hide

A stranger who doesn’t fit anywhere on Earth
Something about her skin
Too dark to be white
Not dark enough to be her heritage.

A girl whose skin is too light
Her hair not black enough
A girl wearing American clothes
Living the American way.

Little mixed girl
Who doesn’t even speak the language
Of her grandfather

Fake little mixed girl
Who talks about being Indian
To actually feel connected
To her culture

Yet, she knows it’s a lie
She doesn’t celebrate Diwali.
She doesn’t know traditions

Little mixed girl
Who isn’t ethnic enough
To get offended over slurs

Fake little mixed girl
Who knows her ancestors
Look down upon her
Whitewashed self
And feel nothing but shame.

Fake little mixed girl
Pretending to be something she’s not.

I have heard broken glass before
I have heard the cracks and snaps
Echoing in an empty room
A deafening accident
But not even that
Can be as loud as a broken heart
Shattered on purpose

There's a long & winding road,                                                            ­
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 where for the price of your soul,                                                            ­            
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depression will give birth                                                            ­                                                 
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 It costs whatever you are worth                                                            ­                                                
   If you chose to reside,                                                          ­                              
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you better swallow your pride,                                                           ­         
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It'll take the strut from your stride,                                                          ­  
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possess you from the inside                                                           ­                   
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It lives to take your voice,                                                           ­               
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make you surrender your choice                                                           ­             
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To dry all of your tears,                                                           ­                         
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pain is music to its ears                                                             ­                   
                                                                ­                                                        It gathers it's strength,                                                        ­                            
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during your quick descent                                                          ­                                                                 ­                                     
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As you slowly wind down,                                                            ­                  
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no solutions to be found                                                            ­                            
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The road is covered in vines,                                                           ­                   
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growing fast over time                                                             ­                     
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don't find your way there,                                                           ­                         
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  it's the road to despair