the shadow passes black across my face again
the melancholy rises from within.
don't i have anything someone else wants?
with all this in my hands, i sit here by myself.
i'd hoped to find someone here to meet me
a stranger looking to be friends;
a friend with laughter or passion on their lips;
and here i am with hot tears on my cheeks
alone.
again.
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