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Trials
I could kid myself
Thinking I'm fine
Could lie to myself
Saying you're mine
I think of you
As I lay in bed
Dream of you
When I rest my head
How she gets to hold
That broken heart of yours
She gets to fix the wounds
Of the one I adore
My scratchy throat aches
My tired eyes sting
My hopeful heart's broken
From the trials you bring..
Thinking I'm fine
Could lie to myself
Saying you're mine
I think of you
As I lay in bed
Dream of you
When I rest my head
How she gets to hold
That broken heart of yours
She gets to fix the wounds
Of the one I adore
My scratchy throat aches
My tired eyes sting
My hopeful heart's broken
From the trials you bring..
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