Alone
I’m lonely when you’re gone,
and even when you’re here
In both affairs silence drags on;
here come the stream of tears
You no longer see them
They all say that love can blind
But it is you I condemn
for the heartbreak that tortures my mind
You’ve cut off my wings
and I can no longer fly
Someday I’ll pack up my things
and say my ‘goodbye’
I’ll be alone,
yes, that’s true
but I felt more alone
when I was with you.
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