She stands alone
Wanting to make conversation
But forgetting the words
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She should not use the same opening line
That would be all too familiar
And this much time spent alone she should have reinvent herself by now
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But the plot all runs out the same
Love too much to not be loved back
To learn to love to be alone
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Hopeful wanders try to pick up pieces that they know nothing about
Because she smiles so loving
Though her eyes may bring about death
Surely she has no secrets to hide
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But coming home so late at night only reminds one of the past
And when the present is nothing but the train station waiting for the future
When do you get off?
-LoveChatty
