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Days may go and weeks go by
With endless thoughts and sleepless nights
how could I forget?

But I know my eyes are not the first to cry
Steel I wish that I could find a way to lie
and make me believe that this is the end
so I don't have to cry again

Now I must gather all the pieces
anyway try to look whole
you can't know that I'm low

you must think that I'm strong
And that I'm moving on.