So I'll sit here, bite my bottom lip.
Lean on me,
I'll hold you,
you cry,
I don't have the guts to.
I am a rock,
My tear ducts are locked,
at least,
until I'm alone
in my room I'll cry for you,
Because otherwise
I don't have the guts to.
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