Through all the lonely days,
That was truly hard to replace,
Through all the tears that streamed down our face,
It's not over yet.
I'm not afraid of being alone,
I'm just tired...of being alone...
This loneliness left no room for someone else.
My mind's all dark,
And when it starts to spark,
Things will only get darker,
More sinister.
My mind's all twisted,
Couldn't even draw.
It's all faded,
Yet never dissipated.
My mind's my own predator,
My own destructor...
I couldn't trust somebody else,
I've been blinded by what everyone tells.
So I guess that this is what I'm meant to be,
Meant to be with no one,
Meant to be gone,
Meant to be nothing,
My crappy ending.
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All Poetries of Mine (English)
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