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Under The Sun


She walks alone,
In shame..
In pain..
She closes her eyes,
One more day..
In this hell..
Tears fall down her face
As they break her down
She surrenders
She disappears inside,
As she cries for her savior..
We are all under the sun
Under the same sun
So why do I feel all alone? ¨
Under the sun
Under the same sky
We don´t need to be on our own
He walks alone..
Pretends to feel
(But they don´t understand)
Useless hope
So numb
So unreal
He disappears inside
You´re not alone in being alone
We are all under the sun
Under the same sun..
So why do I feel all alone?
Under the sun
Under the same sky
We don´t need to be on our own

Submitted: Monday, October 19, 2009
Edited: Monday, July 04, 2011

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  • Fie Andersen (10/19/2009 2:49:00 PM)

    I Hope u guys will comment it ^^<3
    it's descripe me, and one of my friends life..: /<3 (Report) Reply

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