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left in the dust
Left in the dust of an ever-spinning storm,
Can i be brought back to where it is warm?
If he even likes me, i cannot tell,
sometimes it makes me just want to yell.
You say,"we've all been there before."
but who'd have thought i'd have to go through that door?
I am but clay when left in his hand,
he must think he's just so grand.
The way he treats me and tourtures me so,
how could any one of them know?
If i were to jump i could touch the sky,
but what kind of thing will i go through for this guy?
When his wrath has changed it's course,
i want to find myself on the back of my horse.
I will ride into the horizon,
get lost out at sea,wait for the perfect man to come rescue me.
That's what i wish for every morn,
when i'm left in the dust of an ever-spinning storm.
