Alone
Im tired of being alone
Im tired of being at home
The constant yelling got to my head
To the point where i dont even want to get out of bed
The constant voices
The very little choices
But now its a quarter till nine
And you were never mine
My family was never there
And you came out of nowhere
I was in love with the idea of love
But it was never as pure as the dove
You said you loved me
But it wasnt meant to be
You left me for her
Your 'it' girl
Why did it have to be this way?
Why didnt you stay?
But no you had to go
You left me alone
All one my own
Again....
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