I've cried before
But not like this
Minutes
But never hours
I've never felt this pain
This paranoia
Afraid that I'm done
That my glimpse
My one glimpse
Of hapiness
Is gone
And what's left to do
But cry. . .
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| "What's Left to Do" I've cried before But not like this Minutes But never hours I've never felt this pain This paranoia Afraid that I'm done That my glimpse My one glimpse Of hapiness Is gone And what's left to do But cry. . . |
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