We all cry
shedding heavy tears
Depressed and tormented
Dreading our fears
Some can't be on their own
Don't trust themselves
May do something regretful
Ring any bells?
I know what it's like
This tortuous fight
I'm in the last round
Goina give it all my mite
And live to carry on
For heart can't be defeated, it's strong
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