i cried in my sleep
i was only a delicate flower
and no one cared
so now its hard for me
to leak even one salty tear
i cannot feel
my hearts grown cold
almost like steel
theres so much hate in this world
but everytime i see you
i feel my heart soften up a little more inside
with you im not like the little girl who cried in her sleep
with you im more than the delicate flower i used to be
still im just another girl
and you'll never have time for me
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