I watch through my window
as the early rain begins to fall
and think back on all the years
I've been used by you...
there it is again, that old pain
it swells up in my chest
and clutches it with might
This feeling is a common thing now
this very feeling, used to make me break down
and cry, it used to make me feel
as if the world was tumbling down
around me; but now all I feel
is a quiet pain that comes and goes
-I'm all cried out, over you-
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