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Alone in a world,
To big to face on your own.
Look for a hand to guide you,
All you find is a fist that hurts you.

Alone in a room
Hands in a corner
Beckon you to come.
They hold you at first
Help you along,
Make you feel better.

Then they turn cold,
Drop you in the winter rain,
Disappear as quickly as they came.

Alone once more,
Waiting for someone to take you in,
Dry you off,
Warm you up.

The cold young man knocks on the doors,
No one is there, none at all.
To cold to be mad,
To hurt to feel pain.
He walks down the street,
Looking for anyone who would care.
And as I walk staring at the rain,
All I see is the darkness laughing at me.