Nov 2016
It kills me
To see you hurting.
It hurts me to know
That there is nothing I can do.
Oh sweetheart,
If I could make your pain my own
I would.
Heaven knows how I try.
To see you hurting.
It hurts me to know
That there is nothing I can do.
Oh sweetheart,
If I could make your pain my own
I would.
Heaven knows how I try.
Written by
Angela Moreno
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