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Every Single Day

By Fry

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Every Single Day It's like I'm living undercover Telling lies To watchful eyes So the truth they won't discover Every Single Day I listen to others sin But I smile All the while I bury mine deep within Every Single Day I never speak my mind With the fear That what they'll hear Is what I feel inside Every Single Day I pray that death will come And so I wait In silent hate Until my life is doneit's a work in progress so please be kind with your comments thanks Written April 19th, 2002 © on Apr 18 2002 10:31 PM PST   18 • 0 • 1

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