A Lonley World

June 3, 2008
There is this world that i sometimes see,
everything is perfect except for me.
The pieces of me are not whole,
so i need to say whats in my soul.
It's like I'm an outsider all alone,
With no one to talk to on the phone.
People say,
they will always make me feel loved.
But thats a lie, I'm getting shoved.
No alibi, no safeguard,
no one to talk to when things get hard.
And to think they all get along,
Standing alone I need to be strong
they are always going to be on the inside
while I'm stuck here on the outside...

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