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Sometimes the nights are long

and everything I desire is but a dream.

Sometimes I’m alone at night

and I wonder where things went wrong.

I can’t express this loss of never having

it’s like knowing what’s missing without ever having it from the start.

Night becomes day and here I am still waiting for change that will never be…

how could I ever expect so much when all I do is cry myself to sleep.

You think you know me but it’s not all that I am,

inside I am so much more.

Sometimes I sit and remember things

and all of these memories rush like the rain

bringing me back to another time lost in my mind.

Sometimes I’m alone at night

and I wonder where you are now,

so many people I’ve met

and now here I am alone

in my room wishing that

I was not alone in my room.

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