The tears keep coming
The hurt hasn't backed away
I often wonder if I've made the right choice
i want to be held
I want to be held
I want to be held, in your arms
My heart's torn
My heart's now on my sleeve
I'm sorry
I wish it were different
I want to put back my hand and deal another
I wish it were different
Where to turn
How is it that everyone is gone
alone
terrified
alone
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