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Memories and Hurt |
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Memories and hurt hidden deep inside |
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filled with a sorrow I’ve tried to hide. |
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Something said or something done |
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brings grief and pain up like a flood. |
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For in this world I’m so very alone, |
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Surrounded by people with hearts cold as stone |
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A piece of dust is just like me— |
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small, insignificant and hardly seen |
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Brushed away without a thought |
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killing the life for which I sought. |
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Spiraling downward till on the ground I lay |
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where I am swept up and thrown away. |
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Then I’m taken away and buried deep |
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with life’s problems above me in a heap. |
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‘Tis dark inside this cave of mine |
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where not a ray of light does shine. |
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However, ‘tis better than the world I’ve left |
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where I floated through life rather bereft. |
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No more do I have to see |
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the hurt, pain and suffering; |
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This darkened world in which I now reside |
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lets the sorrow and grief I have hide. |
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I was a little piece of dust |
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in a world that was so unjust, |
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But I’m glad, from that world of hurt I’ve gone. |
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‘tis so much better then being brushed away and stepped on. |
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Here I will die in peace |
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for the angry words have ceased. |
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I’m gone, oh world that never noticed. |
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I’m gone, oh thank goodness. |
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Look at me |
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Look at me, what do you see? |
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Do you see the façade or me |
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What you saw is my mask |
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which I put on as if it weren’t such a task. |
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You saw someone always ready |
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to reach out and hold you steady. |
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Someone who seemed full of joy and smiles |
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helping you see your life as worthwhile. |
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But if you saw me for who I am |
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you would see I too need a comforting hand. |
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I was a strong tower to lean on |
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but that tower just caved in. |
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No more can I hide |
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the problems inside. |
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You were so used to seeing me strong |
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How could anything be wrong? |
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Yet, to truly see me for me |
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one would have to see the grief |
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Did you find the pain, the sorrow |
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my wish there be no tomorrow? |
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What about the hurt, the tears, |
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the problems, the worries and the fears? |
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When you looked is this what you saw? |
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No, because you didn’t see me at all. |
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Drowning |
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A saddened sigh escapes my lips |
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as sorrow holds me in its grip. |
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There is an empty place inside |
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where love did once reside. |
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But now all I know is the pain I feel. |
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Will my grieving heart ever heal? |
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I’ve seen so many deaths in my life |
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and some awful, hurtful strife. |
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My heart and spirit have been broken so often |
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Can nothing be done to make the pain soften? |
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I’ve grown so weary of this hurt and pain |
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Isn’t there any joy that remains? |
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Silently my tears lull me to sleep |
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yet, sleep I can’t for the pain is too deep. |
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I wonder if life is even worthwhile |
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to bother putting on a smile. |
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For my smile has lost its gaiety |
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. . . Perhaps I am drowning in self pity. |
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Gently fall the golden leaves |
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twisting, turning in the breeze |
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Falling softly to the ground |
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like the tears which in me are found |
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A saddened sigh escapes my lips |
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my life resembles a battered ship. |
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The battles raged, the hurt increased |
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my weary soul just couldn’t find peace. |
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These storms came and went |
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leaving me torn and spent |
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Oh, the agonizing, wrenching despair |
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why did no one show they cared? |
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My heart screams out in bitter pain |
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there’s nothing left in life to gain |
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The bitterness, hurt and anger received |
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makes me which I were deceased |
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I’m human too, you know |
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I hurt too even if it doesn’t show. |