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I sit alone in the cold dark, staring at my bedroom door, I begin to realize life's not a b*tch, it a filthy g*d d*mned whore, A whore who grabbed me by the throat and slammed me to the floor, Now I'm but a coward, nothing less, nothing more.
I sit alone in the cold dark, hoping for some light. I'm freezing and wheezing and constantly loosing sight Of what's really important and what's wrong and right. I sit alone, going insane in the cold dark of the night.
I shed a tear now as I type for I've never been so scared. My vision's never been this blurry no matter how long I've stared. I wipe my face and d*mn the way my destiny's been prepared, As I sit alone in the cold dark thinking of the memories I've shared.
My life's been good, my life's been bad, but not as bad as this. I've had my fair share of troubles and I've also had some bliss. Any other time I've been worried my fears were easy to dismiss, But now they stay and eat away at my tranquility as they hiss.
I sit alone in the cold dark stiff as a block of wood. I sit alone in the cold dark praying for something good. I sit alone in the cold dark hoping that something could Rescue me from this dark prison, but I wonder if I should.
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