stealing,stole,always took,
empty pages of a book.
lonly eyes,peace never came,
tears of sarrow,tears of shame.
never found a place to be,
not like them,you,or me
hate passed over now comes worrie,
just give up and say your sorry.
there feelings might never change,
but if you walk by them,
you wont feel so strange
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