And to these days,
I don't know why,
I sit on the side,
And cry and cry.
And on my own,
As i wait,
I take this day,
As only a date.
For tomorrow,
There is another,
And the next,
I won't bother.
For these days,
I call my own,
I sit and wait,
All alone.
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