Sting
I wanna cry it out but my eyes are dry I can feel a prick in my heart It is stinging, a needle that's stuck inside Seems the bleeding doesn't stop My brain is a flash, while my heart cries never stop Everyday I always put on my mask, with a smile and laughter, try fixing all the broken part Though every single sleepless night I'm back again to where I had start I still feel a sting, the pain, the guilt and the pity from that I ignite For once I wish I could sleep again with you in my arms
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