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Lonely heart
This wasn't supposed to rhyme, but it did anyway.
I am a melody without refrain, sitting in this darkened room with no one to share my pain. I can't seem to figure out why or work out how to give it another try. The sting of winter wind feels so cold, and I'm sitting here with no one to hold. I sit here all alone, is it the wind or the silence that chills me to the bone? How long will it last, or will I always be haunted, Living in the past. Sitting next to this open window, with all this pain in my heart and no one to show. As night turns to day, I wonder if she'll ever find me, or will I die here alone, with no one to find me, no mourners left behind me. I am a melody with no refrain, and no ones here to help with the pain of my lonely heart, somehow I think I've played my part.
I am a melody without refrain, sitting in this darkened room with no one to share my pain. I can't seem to figure out why or work out how to give it another try. The sting of winter wind feels so cold, and I'm sitting here with no one to hold. I sit here all alone, is it the wind or the silence that chills me to the bone? How long will it last, or will I always be haunted, Living in the past. Sitting next to this open window, with all this pain in my heart and no one to show. As night turns to day, I wonder if she'll ever find me, or will I die here alone, with no one to find me, no mourners left behind me. I am a melody with no refrain, and no ones here to help with the pain of my lonely heart, somehow I think I've played my part.
Published 11th Dec 2012
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