I cry each night
And try to live...
A day goes by
More than enough of what is wanted...
Seen you stare so many times
As though there's nothing there...
Her eyes glaze over
With the gray colour...
I woke up on the seventh morning
to find a familiar face sitting...
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It's all my fault, and I ask why
all I want to do is cry...
Dear God,
I'm writing you this letter...
As I walk through the filled up halls
They turn their heads and stare...
Do you understand,
Why I stand alone...
I see rain, drops of dew in my life
Teardrops of sadness, unbearable strife...
I walk along this city-jungle,
I should, by now, be immune to its disease...