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Apr 2013
When I'm in my room all alone,
I turn on my faucet and let it run
Down my face,
With water now it won't leave a trace.

When I'm in my room all alone,
I turn on my faucet and let it run
So no one can tell,
If it was just water or a tear that fell.

When I'm in my room all alone,
I turn on my faucet and let it run
In my eyes.
It's no surprise
That with my faucet
No one can see me, or hear my cries.
Written by
Siena Marilyn
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