There has to be more to life than this
Than moving day to day
Instead of drifting back and forth
Will I find a place to stay?
My happiness is up to me
Not others who can't stay
I let him go to be on his own
It was a price I had to pay.
The years have passed without him
On the periphery he stands
If only he would look at me
So I can offer him my hand.
Inside my head I'm screaming
'I LOVE YOU! LET ME HELP!'
Instead you turn away from me
I sit alone upon a shelf.
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