everyone asks why i do what i do ?
no one understand what they put me throught ,
my troughts finally stop and go away .
there now is nothing anyone can do or say .
i cry the time that you were almost mie ,
i cry for the memories ,
i've left behind ,
i cry for the pain ,
the lost ,the odd ,the new ,
i cry for the times i throught i had you .
and the scars remind me ,that the past is real ):
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