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Every time I wake up

Every time I wake up,
Life is still playing the old game
With me.

I realize that once again
No one is there to listen
to my words.

Talking to myself,
And to the walls, wonder if
They too are ditching me.

Every time I close my eyes,
Life is still bleak with nights
And days.

I realize that once again
No one will pay attention
To what I do.

Walking alone down
The street, wonder if
They too care a damn.

Every time I feel a touch
Its just an imaginary hand lying out
To me.

I realize that once again
No one wants to feel
Me much.

Sitting here by myself
Nothing to do, but express myself.
And my secrets
Which lurk deep within
Me.