Sometimes I feel so horribly alone.
I look at people around me
and I see a lot of the same
And I'm standing in the rain.
Each weight and burden hitting my shoulders
From a cloud of age driving me towards heaven
I pray for the arms of an angel and yet
Regret, disillusionment, toil with no reward
Dreams and dashed hopes
While hoping victory's just ahead
Working so hard for a goal that no one believes
A win, give me a win. That's all I need-
And yet this empty room greets me
While my happiness: I bleed.
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