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She drops her bags

as she walks through the door

an empty apartment

and chipped painted doors

hot many days will she waste time away

how many tears will she cry while she lay

all alone

so empty inside

with no one to tell her she's alright.



So she walks through the streets

and she glances at strangers who pay her no mind

are they as empty inside as she is

remembering better days.



She looks through boxes

of all that she owns

all that she has for this cold lifeless home

pictures of people who no longer care

she closes her eyes and pretends thats she's there

back again , back by their side

but in pretend you can't always hide.



So she walks through the streets

and she glances at strangers who pay her no mind

are they as empty inside as she is

remembering better days

and she feels so alone

like no one can save her

like nobody cares

no one can see her

'cause nobodies there

to remember those better days.



She's losing, she's falling

as hard as she tries

she's pulling, she's holding

on to her life...



So she walks through the streets

and she glances at strangers who pay her no mind

are they as empty inside as she is

remembering better days.



So she walks through the streets

and she glances at strangers who pay her no mind

are they as empty inside as she is

remembering better days

and she feels so alone

like no one can save her

like nobody cares

no one can see her

'cause nobodies there

to remember those better days.



to remember...