sitting there alone, at the edge of my life
doing nothing but remembering you
remembering your hair, your smile, your silly jokes
at the edge of my life, where everything is sad and true
really want to cry and cry
till eyes are running out of tears
i'll be depressed till i die
though no one really cares
at the edge of my life, sitting there alone
crying over you at noon
and after noon
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