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Fine
Endless nights, endless cry’s
Broken inside, dead no light
Alone at last
I’m fine when they ask
Little do they know I’m already gone
You act like you know what’s wrong
You don’t see the scars on my arm
You said you do your best
And yet you left
Everyone tryed to ease my mind
They all ended up thinking I was
Fine
Broken inside, dead no light
Alone at last
I’m fine when they ask
Little do they know I’m already gone
You act like you know what’s wrong
You don’t see the scars on my arm
You said you do your best
And yet you left
Everyone tryed to ease my mind
They all ended up thinking I was
Fine
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