i hope my fists can fight for two
so it never has to show, and youll never know
i hope my love can blind you
i hope my arms can bind you
so youll never have to see, what we’ve grown to be
one may think we're alright
but we need pills to sleep at night
we need lies to make it through the day
we’re not okay
one may think we’re doing fine
but if i had to lay it on the line
we’re losing ground with every passing day
we’re not okay
but that’s one thing i would never,
one thing I would never,
that’s one thing i would never say to you
-- pills | the perishers
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