At 4 am
She lays in bed,
Listening to her favourite band,
Thinking of all the things she's done wrong.
At 4 am
She thinks of all those who left,
She blames herself for them leaving.
Suddenly she starts crying,
She finally lets it all out.
She's not as strong as she once was.
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