ALONE BETTER LEFT UNSAID
SOMETHING BETTER LEFT UNSAID
LIKE ALONE IN A ROOM
NO COVER ON BED
SHEETS DIRTY PILLOWS ARE FLAT
DREAMS ARE FILLED OF PAIN AND SAD
EMPTY HEART NO LIPS TO TOUCH
LOINESSS COMES IN ALL US
I NEED PEOPLLE TO FEEL
MY NEEDS OF INSIPERATION HOPES ARE REAL
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