You don't know...
To feel alone, when you're not alone.
You don't know what it's like to sit upon the outside.
That feeling your whole life that no one's on your side.
They say they understand... That it's only just a season.
But do they really? Is that something to believe in?
Feel like I'm losing faith, but God I'm holding onto.
To gain it all back... is something I look forward to.
I put on a front... Put that smile on everyday.
People come and go... Even though you want them to stay.
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