i'll pick it up at the same spots
tears roll down your cheeks but i thought i told you to stop, stop
mother beautiful, i need you now more than ever i've grown accustomed to putting a front on to hide my feelings
well don't cry, i know i was wrong
my freedom my peace, it comes from my pen when writing you but you never reply, you never reply
on my bed wrapped up in sheet that's my only solitude when i'm talking to you but you never reply, you never reply
well don't cry, i know i was wrong
well oh my what have i done? well don't cry, i know i was wrong
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