Tear at me searching for weaker seams
You've taken my passion, stolen my dreams
You welcomed my downfall, my tears delightful
Misery by day heartbreak at nightfall
I took the highs, now time for the lows
My heart and soul weak from your body blows
But I will stay strong in the face of my sadness
Breathe in new light, inhaling gladness
For although my tears are falling in streams
I am held together by stronger seams
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