Pain, it flows in the form of tears down her cheeks.
He asks what's wrong, but doesn't press.
She knows she needs to tell him,
But she doesn't have the strength.
He hates watching her cry,
He knows she will tell him, but he waits.
Every time she hears him, it gets a little harder,
But she waits.
Pain, it flows in the form of tears down his cheeks.
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