Let down
Children crying
With my tears
My heart pounds
It's beautiful
So it had to break.
I broke.
i'm ugly
with no god to forsake.
Take it,
It's no use broken.
With my tears
My heart pounds
It's beautiful
So it had to break.
I broke.
i'm ugly
with no god to forsake.
Take it,
It's no use broken.
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