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Locked Out of Everything
I shiver as an abandoned puppy outside in the winter's harsh cold... I'm locked out regardless of reason; I'm locked out weakened and beaten, and merciless as you are, show a glance of pity: no amount of tears can put out this flame of old! I'm locked out of everything, there's no joy to go on living; you took hope and happiness, I'm dying in this loneliness! I'm locked out of everything, my day is night no sun shines; I ignored the warning signs, all the cheating that led to lies! You slammed the door on me, and destroyed what I held dear, should lightening strike me, it will trigger more fear; I'll seek shelter from every storm that can harm me... I'll seek refuge in someone who has feelings of mercy: making amends is humbleness and endless sincerity! I'm locked out of everything, I'm at loss for words, nights are cold under these sheets that smell of kisses; mornings aren't very bright if I miss your breath on mine, you held me to your breast, never wanting to wake up on time!
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