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Live WithoutGone from my arms,
Don't exist in your mind,
Knowing you never miss,
What you left behind.
Sitting in a large room,
Feeling small as can be,
Only have one hand to hold,
In my hand I hold me.
I feel withered and broken,
Alone in despair,
Hoping maybe someday,
You'll come back and be there.
What hurts me the most,
Is the truth I've been told,
No matter how long I wait,
Never again will I have you to hold.
Nowhere For MeAlone in my room I sit and I think,
I wonder to myself is there anywhere for me?
Close my eyes tightly as I try to fall asleep,
Wake in the morning and feel only defeat.
Dressed up in clothes that comfort me so,
As I set forth with no control.
Many people to meet and many to greet,
Nowhere I fit, there's nowhere for me.
Unsatisfied and disappointed I'm left to sink,
Into my seat wondering how will it be?
When I arrive back I will surely creep,
Through the front door on my own two feet.
With every step my curiosity will grow,
Will I ever have a special role?
Convinced and in bed, covered by my black sheet,
Nowhere will I fit, there's nowhere for me.
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