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Everyone knows a nice person.
Anyone that you know, are nice people.
Because you know them.
You know who they are, and what they can be like.
But in the end you know them as much as you know yourself.
In the end, you know, as much as you've always known.
Nothing.
Nobody shows their true personality.
Everyone has a mask on, and no one wants to take it off.
I'm not a nice person.
I've never shown my true self.
Not even my best friend know me.
Because, not even I know myself.
I try to hide stuff from myself.
Stuff that I know will hurt me.
But yet I want to know...
What's hurting me so bad?
Her...
Or the fact that I try to hide my pain from her,
by putting a smile on...?

så känner jag just nu och det där undrar jag...
Det här är inte taget från någon låt.
Det är mina tankar och det som går runt i mitt huvud.
Det som jag inte kan få ut ur mitt huvud.
Det som sitter fast i mitt sinne...