....
I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house,
that don't bother me.
I can a few tears now and then and just let them out,
I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while,
even though growing old with you gone still upsets me.
There are days every now and again I'll pretend I'm okey,
but thats not what gets me..
that don't bother me.
I can a few tears now and then and just let them out,
I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while,
even though growing old with you gone still upsets me.
There are days every now and again I'll pretend I'm okey,
but thats not what gets me..
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