You said that
You would always care
But you don?t know
The pain I bear
I?d rather be dead
Then to turn
My head
These feelings
Are going away
Little by little
Everyday
There is no way
To explain
All the pleasure
Is worth all the pain
There are no gentle winds
To speak to my heart
For simply
It has torn apart

 
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