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Some wounds are like broken wings,

You can try to heal them,

But not even with forgiveness they'll heal.

Time only makes them run deeper.

There are people that help you pick yourself up,

But if they let you go,

You’ll fall again and again.

Tonight, I cried tears of blood,

For you and for what's happening in my life

Since you've been gone.

It has change a lot

And now, as each day passes by,

I just wish you were here

To make things different.

Este texto tem mais ou menos dois anos, altura em que eu estava a passar por uma altura difícil.