With two yellow roses in my bag
music in my ears and no one to nag
I lift myself up and look at the sun
trying to figure out why I smile at no one
Wondering when I will return that smile
this hurt has stayed with me for a while
This burden gets heavy for me to bear
hurting everyone, far or near
No feeling, no warmth, no happiness exist
there is all confusion, a thick mist
I beg you Thee, to help me sail through
the options are many, but days are few...
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