I cry while I'm asleep,
I cry while I'm awake,
I really can't help it, it's not even fake.
You don't ask why,
You don't defend,
Especially when my hearts on the mend.
You seem amused,
While I'm confused,
As darkness falls upon me.
To my hearts content,
I have spent,
My days of grief behind you.
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