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On the bed crying, before I learned to let go in sorrow over a marriage. |
| He doesn't love me it's clear to see. He doesn't love me not me, not me. My body hurts I cannot see. It's cloudy here I cannot see. My mind is weak my will is strong I will to be where I don't belong. I cannot see I feel around I search for keys my heart can hardly keep up with me. |