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BART


in the middle of night 

I wonder if everyone will the same 

If I’m long gone 

 

Whose gone crying at the funeral 

Whose even attending the funeral 

These are the thoughts that makes my mind race 

 

I tried I really did 

I don’t have any fight in me left 

I regret my decisions 

Cause it haunts me daily 

 

Nights like this 

I just cry myself to sleep 

Everyone leaves me 

So I have to be dependent on my own 

 

So alone 

Mann, I’m so alone 

It’s nobody here for me

But me 

 

The concept that I just had to learn 

To be alone 

Vulnerability at it’s finest, huh 

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