Memories...
They keep coming through.
The good ones hurt more
Than the bad ones do.
Make me strong
Just like you make me weak.
I'll never let you see
The way my broken heart is hurting me.
I've got my pride and I know how to hide
All the sorrow and pain -
I'll do my crying in the rain.
How you look will decide what you see.
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