How oceans of hate fled my eyes,
And so many things were left unsaid.
When that special someone told many lies,
She left me crying in my bed.
Felt like praying, looked up to the sky.
The frowning eyes look down on me;
Why did I never stop to think of why?
I’m low. I’m unwanted. I am but a flea.
How could I get you so wrong?
I’m cold, I’m lost, and I’m in need
To hear your last and final song.
But until this time I continue to bleed.
This is my last wish to say to you,
I’m sorry! I had no clue!
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