Bill chance

as stone






You ask me on day why I don't cry, I told you I'm dried up or some kind of lie. I built it up like I'm strong as stone, but to see me here all alone.
You say I stand for strength and support, and when you're sad I'm there I will not abort. Yes you're right I'm tough, more than you will ever know. Except for the part that does not show.

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