Separated
Life, being split in half
Never the same again
Crying, it never ends
I can't defend myself
From all the feelings
Deep beneath, not hard to reach
If just they could see
How much it hurts me
Unlike others, I go from one place to another
All I feel is seperated, exasperated
Morning, or night
No matter how hard I try
It never, feels right
Separated, exasperated
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