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I can fill seas with the tears I've cried,
Or cover the world with blankets of failed tries.
Countless times what I thought was truth became a lie,
Everything is falling apart, and I'm sick of asking why.
It gets so bad to the point where I think I want to die,
But all of this is nothing compared to the pain of goodbye.
What's the point of believing if you could never fly,
A bird with broken wings, a well that has run dry.
I'm an untied knot with ends too loose to tie;
But still, nothing compares to the endless pain of goodbye.
Beautiful