Sometimes I think I'm the only one around,
With my heart all torn up and bound.
Why do I do this to myself?
When my love is just a stealth.
Sometimes I wonder how this happened,
And why my life is saddened.
Could this possibly be the way I am?
Or is it because the sun has gone, and I've lost my tan?
Sometimes I think I'm the only one around,
When I hear my heart beating that unfortunate sound.
I cry myself to sleep at night,
Just wondering why things aren't so right.
Fight after fight, we'd yell and scream,
Maybe after all we were just a dream.
I don't see why he can't see how I feel,
With the pain inside, and these feelings that are real.
Sometimes I think I'm the only one around,
When my love has been lost, and my body's been left upon this mound.
My life seems better to everyone around me,
But only if they knew how unhappy I am,
Then maybe they's see the reality.
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