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It was "us" and "them" we thought And they had all been strictly taught Just how to look and what to say We used to look at them and laugh Pretending

Why do words like "love" and actions of affection Get taken as a threat or promise of devotion Instead of just accepted for the beauty that they have

You're just a fucked up kid and no one ever Gives you a break, just a fucked up kid but How much more can you take of the constant Rejection looking

Walking in the shadows of The buildings in the city Through reflective windows I Can't see anybody. The businessmen wear sunglasses To cover up their

I can't take you home with me Too bad 'cuz it's so hard to be In love with no place to go. You've got no home except this place you come Surviving selling

She told me she'd rather be lonely, something About living with pain. She was tired of Losing, never gaining. Love once fun was Now just draining. "

Wake up in the morning, smoke that cigarette, yum! Wake up in the morning, drink that cup of coffee, yum! Turn on early morning news, stories about children

You need somebody to be with to feel complete. So you look for what you need in everyone you meet. Loneliness fuels your insecurities, and you think "