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Loneliness Got A Mind Of Its Own The More People Around The More You Feel Alone

Sometimes You Just Have To Bite Your Upper Lip And Put Sunglasses On.

My Senses Have Been Stripped, My Hands Can't Feel To Grip, My Toes To Numb To Step, Wait Only For My Boot Heels To Be Wandering.

I Used To Think It's Better If You Just Live And Die And No One Knows Who You Are.

I Believe In You, Even Though I Be Outnumbered.