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6d
What hurt wasn't you leaving
It was the fact that from that moment on
The only thing that kept me alive
Was gone

You sure had your issues
And I was too much at times
But I was always arround
Even after being stabbed

Im just a man
Made of skin and bones
I might cry sometimes
I'm not made of stone

They say man don't cry
But this girl gets on my nerves
Always pretending to love me
But always gone when he's arround
Written by
Fernand Vernon  19/M/Portugal
(19/M/Portugal)   
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