Sometimes I like to think that maybe you're having a bad day..... everyday.
Sometimes I think you just don't want to be very social..... just to me.
Someday I hope you'll be really happy to see me..... but you never are.
Sometimes I break into tears knowing you'll never hear..... the song I sing.
Somehow you could understand..... if you only took the chance.
Some nights I dream how happy we could be..... only to have it broken.
Now that I'm deserted, without even a shred of hope, I recede into my cave fearing the impending doom bound to find me if I leave.
"If you felt any less, you'd be dead."
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