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Here I Sit Again Alone,

I'm Dying Just To Hear The Phone.

So Much Going Through My Head,

But What Can I Say I Haven't Said.



I Feel Inside It Seems I've Died,

I Don't Want This, I've Tried & Tried.

I Feel So Low I Want To Crawl,

It Seems I'm Trapped Behind A Wall.



When I Reach Out There's No One There,

I Have So Much I Want To Share.

I Feel Like I'm A Stupid Fool,

And To Treat Me Crappy Is The Rule.



I'm Starting To Not Even Care,

But Inside I Have A Heart To Share.

I Hate It When I Think Like This,

Because Then Good Things In Life I Miss.



I Don't Know What To Do Or Say,

I Feel Like This Most Every Day.

With Life I Say "To Hell With It",

As I'm Depressed & Here I Sit.