Hiding in the closet
Hiding from you
Not wanting to hear your lies
Not wanting to see you go
Closing my eyes
In silent cries
My heart broken
Filled with regrets
How come I not know
It's rough road I follow
How come I not know
There's no joy but sorrow
How come I not know
It is to late for regret
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