Every Single Day
No matter how lost we are, you still find a way.
Even when I give up hope, you still decide to stay.
Is there even a way to explain?
Explain the amount of pain that I put you through every single day.
The type of pain that stays on you forever not as a scar but as a stain.
But somehow never hearing a single complaint.
It's just a smile and a “How was your day.”
Because of this, how will I be able to find a way.
A way to get past my pain.
So that I can finally help you.
And this time, ask you if you are the one who is okay…
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