WHY?
Why am I this way?
Is it because of my life?
Is it because of the people in my family?
Is it because of the death that I have seen?
Or is it because that I have seen too much?
The days that flew by
Were only because of the fact of love
And I took too much and didn't give enough back
See now where I am
Not supposed to be here
Not supposed to be anywhere
See where I am now,
I am somewhere where I can’t be found.
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