My Room
I went back to the armchair
To get free of heart's fear
Alone, again, no one will care
When I suffer with a lonely brain
I touch my single wood bed
Thinking how I will get rid
Of her photo in my sick head
Always dream together in rain
My computer has got mad
Denies files and getting sad
Seriously got to become afraid
Love software has a virus again
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