It's a blessing in disquise, that when I look at you I see in your eyes:All my hopes and dreams, torn away from me;I'll learn to dream again. Learn how to be me again.And it's a good thing, when bad times come.They make you wiser, they make you strong.And though you may not see, the changes within me,I know I'm not the same, never to be the same.I almost thought my heart would never stop breaking.I almost thought you were the One.Almost believed that my chance had come and gone,But now I can see, the best is yest to come.Now I'm stronger, and I'm wiser, and this blessing in disquise has changed me;Now I'm stronger, and I'm wiser, and this blessing in disquise will save me.
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