The sound of one heart crying
Like a piece of paper being torn
Like a prick in the hand from a rose's thorn
Love songs played on the radio
That no one could hear except you. .
Sleepless nights
Lifeless light
The truth is painful but still it is true
Sometimes
The most painful tragedy comes in silence
It is only you, who could hear your heart cryin'. . . .
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