This world alone
All by myself,
no pleasures do exist
This life I see in black and white
for colors are a gift…
No friends come by
to hear me cry…
My datebook is a joke…
My fake book page,
A well-played stage,
The comments are my own
And so I try
To hide this lie
This earth I roam…
Alone
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