All Alone
When I'm alone and no one else is there, waiting by the phone, to remind me, I'm still here, shadows paint the scares, where spot lights used to fall, and I'm left wondering, is it really worth it all. There's a piece inside us all, let it be you friend, it will help you carry on, in the end there's a piece inside us all.
Copyright © Kayla Leatherman | Year Posted 2012
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