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Well, I know I'm strong,
And I've moved on,
But I'm not too strong for tears.
And who knows how long,
Till my sadness is gone,
It could be months, or even years.
I don't want to see you,
And I don't want to need you,
And I don't want to miss what we had.
And none of that's true,
Just lies to get through,
Things I tell myself when I get sad.
But I dry my eyes,
And to my surprise,
There's a heart that still beats inside me.
And the sun will still rise,
And I can still smile,
And my bed doesn't feel quite as empty.
And I'm able to see,
That what I really need,
Is to be happy with who I am.
And now that I'm free,
I know I don't need to be,
The disposable property of a man.
