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It's a good thing, tears never show in the showering rain, As if a miracle could ever make up for all that pain. There'll be no last chance to promise to never mess it up again . . . A pang of hurt stabs while watching your back as you walk, Head held high and proud, and at my insecurity you mock. I'm watching you walk away with every memory we shared So you leave me to walk this world alone, and scared.
And now you're gone it's like an echo in my head, And I remember every little word you said. It's a cold thing you never know all the ways I tried. It's a hard thing smiling while knowing I break inside. And now you're gone it's like an echo in my head, And I remember every little word you said, And you never were, and you never will be mine. . .
