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I know your crying

I know your crying,
and I'm hurting too,
But why make yourself cry?
This I cant think through.

Your not going to fight,
not tonight.
Not going to argue,
Lets see this through.
Your "going to bed",
but we both know your crying.

Its hard to hear "I love you"
When the words are never said,
and theres nothing more I wish right now,
then to be there stroking your hair, your head.

I miss you so much,
and Its stressing me out,
but lets see this through,
don't get a doubt.

Im holding back my tears,
and I know you let yours go.
I cut my breath short,
and hope that you do too.

The pant of your heartbeat,
and the bounce of your soul,
leave me left stranded,
guilt takes its toll.

I'll put up with it all,
If I can only call,
and we can talk this out.

I'll give you all I can,
Just keep me as your man,
and baby, a Kiss goodnight.

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