What can you say, what can you do, when things fall apart on you?
What eases the pain when it's shame instead of blame,
where can you run, where can you turn, when you're never alone but you're alone all the time?
How do you hear, how do you listen, when so many speak at once?
The answer is as simple as a single teardrop spilling down your cheek, only to evaporate and disappear with time.....
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