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so empty

utterly the epitome  of lonely



so many tears

so many reasons

so many cold and empty days



clouds move in fast motion

and the rain as icy as arctic waters



so many storm clouds keep coming,



so gray the parts of life that are left

so many shads of gray.



a painting hangs of an empty road

that's where i want to be,



away  

away

away



from all this gray cold sorrow



alone

alone

alone



to feed the fears that plague me