When He's Alone
HE'S THE LIFE
OF THE PARTY
SOMETHING ELSE TO
SEE, A NORMAL PERSON
LIKE YOU OR ME, BUT HE
o HAS A BROKEN HEART,
IT HAS BEEN TORN IN
TWO, THOUGH YOU
o COULD NEVER
o TELL IT, FOR HE
HE ACTS LIKE ME
OR YOU. TO LOOK AT
o HIM YOU'D NEVER GUESS
HIS WORLD WAS TORN APART
HIS SMILE DISPLAYED, TRIES TO
o DENY HE HAS A BROKEN HEART
LOOK A LITTLE DEEPER AND
YOU'LL FIND WHAT'S HIDDEN THERE
MUCH MORE PAIN AND SORROW
THAN YOU'LL FIND ANYWHERE
HE WAILS AND MOANS
WHEN HE'S ALONE
IT'S A TROUBLIED
SADNESS DOWN INSIDE. WHEN HE'S ALONE HE CRIES
Copyright © Pat Adams | Year Posted 2018
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