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I've cried more tears than I can count

when I think about what I wrote down

these words need to come to light

I watched Casey die that night

I wrote down every detail

I watched and I failed

to keep him here and alive

I know you wonder if I'm right

and believe me

this isn't easy

to hear or speak

but silence is weak

the truth will shine

about that dark night

I wrote it all down

my secret behind a frown

this confession is too late

it had to be said today

the truth is brought to life

I watched Casey die that night

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