The hands that held each other excluding, one who stands alone.
Pretending to look beyond them, but their they are before his eyes, are they really happy he wonders, to feel better he says no its a lie.
Why, why,why not me said over and over even when sleep why can't it be me who turns you on, and shelthers you from the storms.
Never the one their looking for, And he truly wants to be found,So the excluded one stares trying not to be seen as the walls of his life comes tumbling down.
I've givin a name to my pain, A face to my grief laughing on the outside but laughters just skindeep - Jac!
I like this one. And I understand.
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