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Alone
Not really sure what to do with this, i feel like i could expand but also feel like it says enough how it is but i also feel like its just trash. AnywY, here it is:
It makes no difference, its set in stone
The poor and and the rich, they all die alone.
Lost in this world, lost in themselves,
Lost in all the things that they thought would help.
I hear them cry and I hear them scream,
Lost in the nightmares they mistook for dreams.
When will it end, will come the day
When everything is right, when it feels okay?
It makes no difference, its set in stone
The poor and and the rich, they all die alone.
Lost in this world, lost in themselves,
Lost in all the things that they thought would help.
I hear them cry and I hear them scream,
Lost in the nightmares they mistook for dreams.
When will it end, will come the day
When everything is right, when it feels okay?
Published 14th Nov 2016
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