When will these tears stop falling,
as I try to pick up the pieces,
of my broken heart,
when you left me,
you tour me apart,
you where my beginning,
my ending,
my everything,
my start,
as winter days come and go,
time seams to drag so slow,
and the tears still flow,
how can I ever mend this soul,
of mine you just let go,
you where my beginning,
my ending,
my everything,
my start,
how can I go on this way,
all I do is fall to apart,
at the thought of you name,
just as the tears fall again.
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