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To lose a friend, to lose a heart.

The pain never seems to go away.

Now they’re gone, you fall apart.

It seems no one cares about what you say.



Bits and pieces, forever gone,

like an empty space that can't be filled.

Always looking, from dusk till' dawn

for a part of you that’s just been killed.



Always curious, and always lost,

in the room in which I lay;

now praying, under the cross,

to be happy again, maybe someday.