Sometimes I sit alone and cry,
Yet still to this day, I wonder why?
What was it that I have done to you?
To recive such anger, and anger alone by you?
Your wrath has left its mark on my skin!
Now that I'm alone, to heal I have yet to begin!
Wondering as to how, thsose church colcks toll, it is now clear the time is now!
Watching time pass me by, its funny how only time, birds and planes can fly!
Having come from an abusiv relationship, let me give you one good tip!
If the man your with seems so jelous, that he fights with you!
dropp him fast that's best you can do!
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