The weak will cry, the strong cry harder
But no one will know
For the strong wait until darkness falls
And under the curtain of the night
They weep
They weep for the loss of their one true love
They weep for the fear of eternal loneliness
For they worry, if I am not good enough for him
Will I ever be good enough?
For broken hearts are broken dreams
And without our dreams, we would have no life
Jun 15, 2012
Jun 15, 2012 at 8:00 PM UTC
The weak will cry, the strong cry harder
But no one will know
For the strong wait until darkness falls
And under the curtain of the night
They weep
They weep for the loss of their one true love
They weep for the fear of eternal loneliness
For they worry, if I am not good enough for him
Will I ever be good enough?
For broken hearts are broken dreams
And without our dreams, we would have no life
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