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When the tears come I don't know what I'll do.
Maybe my life will fall apart.

I haven't seen you around.
Where did you go? I'm so lonely.

When the tears come the fog will lift,
and for once in my life. I'll be able to see clearly.

That you never thought of me as beautiful,
just a shy girl to play around with.

When the tears come I'll finally realize
that my life has never been mine to control. I've just been used.

My life, is dead...
My body, a shell...
My heart, is silent...
My spirit, is trapped...

Just because you decided to play with me,
you broke me.





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