With my simplicity
I tried to warn you
Deep down you knew
I was correct
All along
I should have figured
You wouldn't listen
You fool
How could your trials amount to so much
How can they weigh you down
I have empathy for you
My dear your heart is gold
You never speak your soul
It's all bottled up
I'm here,
I'll be your microphone
Speak my dear, I'm here.
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