Self-pity.
Loneliness eats me
Kills me and breaks me
Eyes are numb, legs are week
So hard is this feeling for me
I wish I cud scream,
Throw away things I see,
Wud this bring down the temper for me?
Loneliess and the art of self pity is what
I have leaned in this time.
Kills me and breaks me
Eyes are numb, legs are week
So hard is this feeling for me
I wish I cud scream,
Throw away things I see,
Wud this bring down the temper for me?
Loneliess and the art of self pity is what
I have leaned in this time.
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