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These tears run down my face
Brings back evry little thing
All the things taht could never be traced
Every sin little sin
Every little mistake
…I may not be the best
I may not be perfect
But to see this mess
Makes me die inside
Cause of the stress
I’ve lied
But not on that
I’ve cried
On things not important
But that’s just me
The lies I’ve cried
Have not been what you think
All the times I’ve sighed
Was not somthing so meek
Just let the rain down on me
Because I can’t do
What I can for anything
Not for you
Or so you tell me
What is this
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