Alone
Dear "Lover,"
late nights, crying fits.
you should know why i'm like this.
i suppose i'm better off on my own.
i'm used to being alone.
i've been running through the dark just to give you love.
i guess the love i give isn't enough.
i know you're better out there on your own.
i'm used to being alone.
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