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I wait for the postman to bring me a letter And I wait for the good lord to make me feel better And I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders.I am broken,But I am hoping,I am crying.A part of me is dying I dream of another you ,One who would never, never Leave me alone to pick up the pieces,You to hold me ,That's what I needed,So why'd you have to go? Tell me the truth Did you ever love me? These are The confessions of a broken heart
Annons