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My Turn to Be Weak

A tear falls down my cheek
It leaves a mascara streak
It always starts with one
But ends with a ton

I've always had to be strong
In my eyes, being weak was wrong
But I don't think so anymore
My heart is just too sore

So now I think it's my turn
You get a chance to burn
I'm sick of all this pain
I hate feeling my tears rain

I've always had to be the bigger person
But that made my pain worsen
So I'm going to take a break
It's your turn to cry a lake




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