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Would You Cry?
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Others My face is red and I'm feeling faint
For I once thought of you as a saint
I sit here watching time go by
With the endless thoughts of "why" and "sigh"
How did I get myself into this
I couldn't talk my way out
All around I hear them hiss
And I know what it is about
You think of me
No more than a flea
I could cut, O.D. or die
And you?
You wouldn't even cry.
