....

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..

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