No more sobbing or crying,
Hello-ing or goodbye-ing.
Tears cascade down my face,
yet I haven't lost the race.
She can try to tear us apart,
but he's the holder of my heart.
Not until he says no,
then I will reluctantly go.
Hello-ing or goodbye-ing.
Tears cascade down my face,
yet I haven't lost the race.
She can try to tear us apart,
but he's the holder of my heart.
Not until he says no,
then I will reluctantly go.
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