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If I cannot tell you Then how can I tell myself Failing to understand how it could be so Wanting to hold on, wanting to let go I know you may doubt me as I doubt myself But tell me truly, are my tears wept for sorrow Or are my tears wept for bitter sweet joy? Hardly daring to breathe as I cannot believe I could have lost something I value so dear How can I go on when everyone cries for me? And I cry for myself? Falling and hoping one day I’ll see the truth Staring me in the face, I cannot go on.