Why?
Why does this have to be?
Why me?
I try to look through the night,
But I can't see.
I'm so blind.
Can I fight this fight, on my own.
Where is my real home?
What have I done to deserve a life like this?
What a mess.
I wish I gone, dead, and my suppressed feelings were off my chest.
Should i tell the rest?
It's a maybe or a must.
Goodbye,
Now i'm left with a
Why?
 
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