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As the days turn to nights
and everyone seems happy
i sit in my room and think.
i think about the good and the bad...
mostly the bad
and as the waterfrom my eyes start to rain
i feel the burden of my pain...Heavier
My heart overwelmed
and my mind distracted
as the voice replays in my head
i think of the last words he said
if love is a gift why do i feel so shitty
why do i feel alone
why?
because he lied
there are no such letters to create that word
there are no such feelings to make that emotion.
it means nothing.
it doesnt come from within...
and it doesnt come from other people
its just an excuse to give people that hurt you
theres no freeness through it.
or no happiness
only lettersthat cut you
to create sadness.