Don’t be ignorant of my pain
When I cry or if I die
Don’t ask me why or how
You know I’m not well
But you keep pushing me through.
Don’t be ignorant of my pain.
Don’t be ignorant of my pain
When I cry or if I die
Don’t ask me why or how
You know I’m not well
But you keep pushing me through.
Don’t be ignorant of my pain.
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