'Expectation is the root of all heartache' William Shakespeare
you dont understand, i do what i can, sometimes i dont make sense. 'cause inside i realized, that im the one confused. i dont know what's worth fighting for, or why i have to scream. i dont know why i instigate and say what i dont mean. i tightly lock the door, i try to catch my breathe again, somewhere i belong.
Dont leave me hangin in a city so dead. im standin on e bridge, waiting in e dark, thought tt u'll be here by nw. hr's nth but e rain no footsteps on e grd im listenin but thr's no sound. isnt any1 tryin to find me? wont somebody come take me home? is anybody here i knw? no one likes to be alone.
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