When loneliness strikes in the dead of night,
Don't be afraid to cry.
Because it's better to feel down and out for a while
Then bottle it up inside.
Take it from me,
Freedom comes in teardrops, bloody lips, and bruised fists
So let it all out
And feel the vict'ry.
Seal yourself a crimson promise
To not hold it against yourself,
For we all feel weakness
And sometimes you just have to hurt.
Feel your own pain,
For it's worse to feel numb.
Worry not if you're sane,
Simply cry out.
What good will it do to just fade away?
Don't be afraid to cry.
Because it's better to feel down and out for a while
Then bottle it up inside.
Take it from me,
Freedom comes in teardrops, bloody lips, and bruised fists
So let it all out
And feel the vict'ry.
Seal yourself a crimson promise
To not hold it against yourself,
For we all feel weakness
And sometimes you just have to hurt.
Feel your own pain,
For it's worse to feel numb.
Worry not if you're sane,
Simply cry out.
What good will it do to just fade away?
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