At night, when no one could hear her
In her room, where not a soul could see her
Her whole heart, of tragedy and failure
To the blackened heavens that delivers no cure
Through till after the moon had set
In her dreams where demons still crept
The longing for freedom from inside
And it rains and pours and never subsides
In that early morning rise
And then hides her face in disguise
Till after the pain numbs itself
And then sets it aside in the shelf
Throughout the hours of every day
In different shades of gray
Can you see it in her eyes
But no one really cares when she cries...

i care yo
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