After everything that's happened, all the bitter things you've said to me, you cry seeing me go...
I feel these wounds, wounds froms your words, I suffor them for you, but don't believe in me, fear for me.
The strength I need to to carry on is left somewhere in the sands of time...
The dead of the night passes like an eternity, but I know you suffor the same.
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