at the end of the day,
no one truly cares for you,
its all an act,
to make it seem like they do,
but when you're alone by yourself,
all you got is yourself,
don't depend when all people do is pretend
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The Heart of It
Поэзияjust the thoughts that go through my mind when i'm all alone.
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at the end of the day,
no one truly cares for you,
its all an act,
to make it seem like they do,
but when you're alone by yourself,
all you got is yourself,
don't depend when all people do is pretend