I must have kept it to myself,
the tears of sadness I cried.
I must have thought I had no worth
when looked at through your eyes.
It must have been misery that attracted me to you,
'cause everyday I lived in confusion of what
I had to prove.
Now I must except what was never going to be,
the love that should have grown
from the person that planted it's seed.
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