Someone asked me, “how does it feel to lay down on a empty train with no one around but for your selfish reason only, doesn’t it make you scared and lonely?”
You left everyone who loved you, you disappointed the ones who believed
You even shut yourself, trying to disfigure in what you become
But somehow, didn’t you stop for them, the ones who called you a cheat?
I’m sorry but won’t you stop for to matter, for maybe to live?


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