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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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