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      I'm home.  

      I'm sitting all alone.

      I just want to see, why this keeps happening to me.

            

    My girl just said bye.  I want to cry.

    She told me where to go.  I think you all know.

    I just want to know, why with him, you decided to go.

    He was her choice.  He was her voice.

    I just wanted to know why.

    A sentence of life?

    I just don't see, what I did do.

    I just don't understand, why I was struck by the hand.

    A knife.

    Alone in my home, without a wife.