I hear her crying
every night
I see her pain
Every day
I know she is lost
You can notice it in her eyes
she wants to ask for help
But how…
how do you put into word
Something that you can’t feel
how can you say…
that you are afraid
you've lost your heart?
I hear her crying
Waiting for someone that won’t come
I see the pain
that she tries to hide
a look of loss in her eyes
all she wants is to be asked:
Are you really alright?
I know how she feels
Its the silence that kills
it's too late for me
what about her?
I wish I could help
but how?
She killed me long ago…
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