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Alone

Im so alone, every minute thats passed
But i cant complain
washed off by the rain
cigeratte ash left on my fingertips

Im so alone, every song that I sing
fall asleep alone
reap all the pain sewn
and hear the laughter that isnt myself

Im so alone, because im so alone
but ill keep waiting
anticipating
and live out my life like it was nothing

Submitted: Tuesday, March 04, 2008


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