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The days the get dreary

and my hart is getting weary

my eyes begin to ace

my hands begin to shake

my body begins to crumble

but yet I try to act humble

so I can hide

the pain I feel in side

I cant let u see me cry

I refuse to feed in to your pride

butt I still wonder why

why u would leave me

cause when it came to my  hart I gave u the key

and u through it away

now every day I think about the game u played