They cant help but wounder,
if you've gone away.
Though they talk about you,
they've seem to lost there way.
Through there desperatoin,
theyve lost a simple fact.
There heads are bieng clouded.
they've forgotten how to act.
Its easy to live through love,
but hard to love through hate.
When things get to tough,
loves an unconditoinal trait
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