living in cruel world
where promises are made to be broken
sweet talk can become poison
broken heart for no reason
sigh~
tears has become my best friend
laughter can no where been seen
wound in heart become deepen
and.all of this never seem to end
is there any hope, so i can risen
try to walk but yet i'm fallin'
no one seem to trying
to pick me up once again
sigh~
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