[30 Jun 2005 | Thursday]
| Current mood: I am unloved I am despised I am the girl Who can’t smile For the tears in her eyes. Hear my song: This is a song For all the lonely people in the world The ones who never had anyone special In their lives No one to share fun times with, Or a warm shoulder on which to cry. This is the greatest unlove song ever told From the most broken heart in the world. I’m still picking up the pieces of this broken heart Shattered down the drain, down the toilet, on the floor, Strewn carelessly across the bed, In place of roses. What once was a bed of roses Has been reduced to a bed of tears. No joy comes to this house, To this room, To this girl, To her life.
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