It’s like you are alone,
but not far from home.
It’s like you are dying,
but so close to life.
It seem you are lost,
but found like a pen.

You live in a dark room,
but you see the light.
Filled with so much hate,
but some how happy.
It’s like you are alone,
but not far from home.
It’s like you are dying,
but so close to life.
You seem to be lost,
but found like a pen.

It’s like you are sad,
but don’t know why.

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