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 You know that I sit here searching the remnants of my soul,

Broken down and broken up with no where else to go.

 Drown the pain in a drink, burn it up in smoke,

trying to forget the last words you spoke.

 Just smile all the time, pretend that life is grand,

but i am only human, that is not who I am.

 I don't want to cry, i always fight my tears,

which give way to sorrow, regret, and eventually fears.

 So scared of what's next,

who's next to die?

 This is reality, yet everyone asks,

          Why?