Another Night
It was one of those right? A lot of tears, sleepless nights, wondering why he doesn't understand, and why he can't be more of a man. To shed tears like a thunder storm, to hide under your covers, trying to feel warm. To love someone so much after all the pain, what exactly do you gain? Heartbreaks shouldn't exist, I'm starting to realize enough of this !, and if I die before I wake I pray the lord my soul to take because I don't want to commit a sin, commit a sin for who? Commit a sin for him.
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