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Alone in a dark room
nothing to come home to
she's trying to figure out why
Her light rises with the sun
then sets when the day's done
no matter how hard she'll try
Remind me why we can’t try this again.Now that we know what’s at stake,we won’t make the same mistakesand if we do, we’re done for good, the end.But at least we’ll know what could have been
If the world is listening, Let them hear this; My life is not perfect, My life is not bliss. I'm happy almost never. The sadness always stays. I'm always the one who's wrong. I'm always the one who's to blame.
Mad at myself
For letting it end
Countless months, hours, and days
Spent with my thoughts in a never ending haze
