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by Sinead Nov 5, 2004 category : Love, romance / lost love
Tears well up inside But none hit the ground Take a look for yourself None can be found. I've taught myself not to cry Not to cry for any boy Because it's just what they do Treat your mind like a toy. I don't understand why your doing this I know that your scared But I have already promised you That I will always be there. So you go and back out now When we've come all this way But I promised myself to you always You'll regret it one day.