Sitting in a cold dark room
Hidden behind the shadows
So many broken dreams,
No one able to hear my screams.
I used to be fun and wild,
Always acting like a child.
But then you broke me,
Not thinking of what I could be.
Now as I sit here,
I begin to shed a tear.
For now every dream of mine,
Is being completely left behind.
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