Her tears overflow
She doesn't try to contain it at all
Why can't he call?
All of the moments, those
have fallen in a camera film, blows
in the wind then fall.
She hates that wall,
the wall that kept her pride, she knows
it was her fault again, how she made him so aloof.
He thinks it's his fault, her
face is wet, he just needs some proof.
He slowly starts falling apart with her
face in his lap on paper, she was his roof.
He only wish he wouldn't cause her pain, that pretty face he loves, it's her.
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