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Left By The Wayside
tragedies abound and heartstrings lie severed
wondering how we could have thought that
anything between us would last forever
a wound reopened, or perhaps never healed
abandoned by all, playing pinball with his heart
one moment people are there, the next they're gone
left alone, and people wonder why he's lost the art
of keeping friends, of holding on, not pushing away
maybe his destiny is to be there for a short while
and then when they've used him up, they abandon
the used wreck of a man, leave him lying in a pile
they care not where they leave him lie, they care only
for the fact that he was there, and spare no thought
for that guy, the one who was there, the one who cared
the one by who's will was wrought
you peace, your freedom, your life, your sanity
