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But the name is never spoken.

When your all alone.
When theres no one home.
All you have is your friends.
Who all left you in the end.

He was there through it all.
Through the pain,
All the falls.
With advice.
" a helping hand."

All you needed was A man.
To encounter. To Love.
But is it love.
When" what is love."
If it is not love at all.

He was there through is all.
Through the pain.
All YOUR falls.

Til the day, he walks out.
And your left there all alone.
Cause' Their all gone,
Never to return.

But that's life.
It always sucks.
Like the starfish on the rocks.

With no-one there.
Your only turn.
In the end.
Is to burn.
With the dreams,
And the goals,
That NEVER prospered.