With You
Tears dropping within its flow.
Tears being wept on a pillow.
Hey you, don't just stand on a cue
because I'm with you.
Broken hearts, broken dreams
we are not perfect, life ain't like ice creams.
Don't feel blue
because I'm with you.
Turn around and close that door
because past is past, and it's not there no more.
Leave them behind, leave with no clue
because I'm with you.
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