We only have us
Why do those we trust
Break our hearts in not pieces, but dust
Why to those we love
Use us as something to get rid of
Why do those who never work
Always get paid
And why do those who always work
Never get their own good day
Hope is lost
Trust is gone
Love is done
Hearts are shunned
At least I have me
The only one who can see
The pain, the darkness and cries
All topped with so many lies
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