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The leaves blow across the empty parking lot, making a scrapping sound.
I think back to when you would walk with me and a tear rolls down my face.
WHY...what hurt did you feel? you could on told me....my emoties twist....and I step back to the real world....still alone in this harsh world...nobody knew me like you

Then you were gone like a ghostly flame...burned out with the cool wind. And now I'm spinning around around each time....i bleed.
thinking this will be my last one..that after this everything will be OK...

The leaves blow across the empty parking lot..and now I'm with you...