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ead in my hands

And heart in the trash The scene so familiar Just old and rehashed All that I live for’s Just reasons to laugh All that surrounds me’s All I can’t have A hundred, a thousand, A million or more Mocking faces Knock me to the floor The anguish, the pain, Of faces that swore To love me forever Don’t love anymore ‘Cause all that I want And all that I need Is someone to be there At all times for me Someone, somehow Who is able to see The things that I am And the things I could be Someone that appreciates, Somebody that cares Someone that always Tries to be there Someone that looks past The scars that I bear And loves me for me Not the mask that I wear And it seems that they’re always, Always so near But when I reach for them They just disappear And sometimes it seems That the message is clear I’ll never have them They’ll never be here

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