In this world, alone and apart
The pain is too great, from my breaking heart
The colors are fading, alone and away
Am I ready, for one more day?
The same routine, alone myself
I hide my feelings, on the back of the shelf
All these hours, passing by
I'm so alone, and I wonder why
I start to think, never again
Will my heart, ever mend?
It's breaking now, it was broken before
I'd hate to see, it break once more
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