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Have you ever felt alone As if your heart was made of stone When your left on your own Because your in the zone Where you moan and groan Because you were thrown As if your no gemstone
Am I not pretty enough Am I not creative enough Am I not what you want What is wrong with me
Every answer is a lie, Every night it all unfolds. Only when I'd rather die Is when the truth is told. Every answer is one I hide, It scares me more than you know Because when I search,
The apple rots when it very well pleases The seed just does what it’s told It grows and grows, the ground picks up the pieces Of the apple tree’s selfish mold. There’s no free will for the sapling
When you took at your phone and asked me to smile And tell you I loved you, I just waved you off I didn't notice the suitcase on the floor Or the sadness in your face.