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Woke up all alone, a bed that's cold and sterile |
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With nothing of my own |
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Bombarded and explored by faces unfamiliar |
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Intrusions uncondoned |
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Cruel thoughts in breif but lucid moments |
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I'm losing all i've gathered all my years |
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I wonder why these strangers look so sullen |
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I wonder what i've done to cause their tears |
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Swirling in my head, scenes and reandom memories |
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Things i might have said |
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Some of them are clear but none of them involving |
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Those beside my bed |
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I thought the golden years were for reflecting |
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I thought i'd teach my grandson how to cast |
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I thought i'd be the fireside storyteller |
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I thought that i would revel in my past |
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Waking only to see the shell of a man i used to be |
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Save me i don't want to be a shell of a man |
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Comfidence autonomy taken for granted till they leave |
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Serenity i counted on was mine for a moment now it's gone |
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Today i'm not alone |
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She sparks a distant memory |
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Someone i might have known |
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She fills me in on things we did together |
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She says she's loved me since that day we met |
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She says that even if i don't remember |
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That she will never let herself forget |
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Waking only to see the shell of a man i used to be |
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Save me i don't want to be a shell of a man |
