Alone
I'm sitting on my bed
thinking of all the things you said
nothing was meant
my heart has one big dent
i must just cope
and just hope
that one day
this pain will go away
the more i stair at the wall
the more i loose my soul
i am busy to fall
you think you know it all
so i will lie here alone
nothing but flesh and bone
with a heart turned to stone
maybe one day i will be back on my thrown.
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