The cruelest of people hide the saddest of faces

The saddest of faces come from the cruelest of places

But sometimes the cruel wont just stay dead

Atleast thats what was told, what someone once said

As the cards that we kept unbent finally fold

The people that we loved turn more and more cold

Life aint fair, thats what i've learned by far

The air isn't fresh and the knife leaves scars

Yet I can't help it, it always stings so much

I can remember it all, remember his touch

I wont take it anymore I will fight my way out

I can do it for him, there is no doubt

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