I
couldn’t catch my breath
I
couldn’t stop
Crying
crying crying
You
listened to my sobs
Over
the phone receiver
Could
you taste my salty tears?
Could
you feel my chest shaking?
Could
you hear my thoughts screaming in my head?
You’re
the one who made me this way
You
have to deal with the results
I
hope you’re proud
R.R.
R.R.
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