She cries herself to sleep cause me,
she cries herself awake.
What she needs is me to give,
but all I do is take.
Take from her all tenderness,
forcing unto sorrow.
Bringing horror to her dreams,
stealing her tomorrows.
Leaving her with bitterness,
a heart that's full of ache.
She cries herself to sleep cause me,
she cries herself awake.
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