wad hurts the most
maybe i already forgotten
loneliness is her fear
fear is his loneliness
lookin at the sights outta window
i was reminded of the sorrow
bitter from sadness
a taste hard to swallow
lyin in my bed again
and i dun wanna wake up
goin back to sleep till its dark
from eleven to seven
dun feel like wakin up
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