I've wanted to cry for
I've wanted to cry for so long
but my eyes won't let my tears fall
they're to strong and I'm blind to all my wrongs
I did a lot of things i wish I never said
Rather I shouldn't have said the things that i always did
Thoughts of you always occupy my head
When I'm alone but not alone in my bed
I can't stand to see different faces in the morning
Because images of yours got me mourning
My image has always been distorted
But you look at me as if God restored it
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