In my room I sit and stare, all alone with nobody to care.

my mother knocking at the door, trying to show that she cares. I cry myself to sleep, longing for a day when somebody will care.

In my dreams I have somebody to care. somehow they always seem to to become a dare.

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Luscien Cold's picture

its a great peace....
now one will ever care my dear, not like you wish.