Rose Marie Cook
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Once We Were Friends
I'm tired of being strong when everything's not right.
I'm sick of holdin' back and cryin' myself to sleep at night.
Just holdin' my head high, bitin' my tongue.
Not saying what I want to say.
Gettin' beat down; put down.
My heart's already broken; shattered to pieces.
Nothin' more they can say or do.
The damage is done, they've already won.
What's the point of joining in if you can't take it?