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When you just don't fit anywhere Guess I really don't care Always seem to walk this path alone. It is what I have been shown. Tucked out of the way Have to watch what I say. Just don't fit So alone I sit Life will always goes on without me That is just how it be. I may be mad That makes me sad Say you love me long as I'm not around I cry but no one hears a sound Gave up the sea Hoping there was a place for me Was there a place I belonged Iike I've so longed Set aside Must I always have to hide I must confide Lonely is this life of solitude But people are rude Words are empty, fake, All they want to do is take. The soul runs dry While silent tears I may cry. Maybe this is how it is meant to be. From all I can see Life goes on the same Maybe, no one is to blame Walk on head held high As the rain falls from the sky Who cares why Not me. Guess this means I'm free. But all I see, Is an empty road ahead I can only follow it till I'm dead My words fall on ears that can't hear While the world drowns in fear My path , follow it I try Don't know why It's always the same. A losing game. I'll never reach my star. Maybe it's just to far
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