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I go out to eat, sometimes get a treat.
Don't want to go home
I go to work, come home
I watche everybody else on their dates.
They all think it's great. I really hate.
I can't see, why nobody wants to date me.
Why did'nt anybody think I'm great?
Why can't I get a date
My friends are few. There's nothing to do.
I ask why. I cry. Why do guys pass me by
The days all blend. I have few friends.
I'm cold. There's nobody there to hold.
In bed at night, I have a fright, going to lose the fight.
In the darkness. Where is the light.