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Where is the justice for the wrongly accused and the used, abused, and ones that for dates were never chose,
where is the diamond in the rough, what a surprise, I pricked myself on another rose,
where is the one who will feel me wholeheartedly, please don't let her eyes stare daggers through my heart,
fake pocket dial ended up with cancerous and highly contagious giggles, how I wish the dialing never did start,
you are nothing but something right to me with no meaning,
if you ever need a hand or a shoulder to lean on to you i'd start speeding,
normality and sanity thrown out like a poor invention,
quickly thought of but way too silly to mention,
everything eat what is left of me, soon I will simply cease to be,
free this memory from the prison cells of my mind before they cease to be,
it's all too much to deal with so I stand with a King and a Joker,
so many words to say but my lack of any real confidence keeps me from telling her,
I am just engaging nothing as always, but you are omething to me,
we are or were just friends, that now cease to be.