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I spend so many nights wondering when will it end?
When will the day come, when happiness begins?
I am running the race, but it seems so hard to win.
I am sick of mourning, my stomach throwing up in the morning.
I am calling for help and watching it melt away.
My heart has been put on display, and put away,
And many ways, many times I told myself it was okay.
And anger was the price that was paid!
When will the day come, when happiness begins?
I am running the race, but it seems so hard to win.
I am sick of mourning, my stomach throwing up in the morning.
I am calling for help and watching it melt away.
My heart has been put on display, and put away,
And many ways, many times I told myself it was okay.
And anger was the price that was paid!
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