Why must I hide when I cry?
Why must I pretend I don’t get tired?
Why must I face the anguish alone?
‘Cause I am used to fighting my battles alone.
And I don’t need to hear well wishes from actors,
I don’t want to tell my rants to the deaf,
I don’t like to listen to their deprecating scrutiny
When all I know is I just need to be my own hero.
Where were you when I fell and scraped my knee?
Where were you when my tears couldn’t stop falling?
Where were you when I was on the brink of death?
You were never there but claimed you cared.
Yoona 
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