By Lester, lester_g@writeme.com
Date: 9 February 1998

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People think I'm happy
'Cause they see me smiling.
They don't know how bad things are,
That inside I'm still crying.

Everytime I used to think of you,
There'd be joy in my heart.
Now whenever you cross my mind,
That same heart is torn apart.

Look at what you've done to me.
This is what you left behind.
A heart that's torn and bleeding,
A love now deaf and blind.

I guess I should thank you.
Why is that you ask?
Because you've helped me realize
You're nothing but cheap trash.