Never Cried In Front Of Me
The tears she cries are not the good ones
She was not just someone
I dont know how it slipped my mind
She was always so kind
How was i supposed to know
She was slowly letting go
If I was putting her through hell
I couldnt even tell
She could've given me a sign
And it would've opened up my eyes
How was i supposed to see
She never cried in front of me
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