February 9/2000
They all think I'm so nice. I'm someone to talk to when there's no one else
to talk to. I'm someone to listen when no one will hear. I'm someone to
understand when no one knows what it's like. I'm a shoulder to cry on. When
there's no one else... I am the last choice. I am the ditched. I'm the last
resort. The one that's always there. But there's no one there for me. I have
no one to talk to. I have no one to understand. I have no one to listen. I
don't have a shoulder to cry on. The only shoulder I ever had, I lost. For
me, there is no one else. There is no one. I have no last choice. I have no
last resort. I am on my own. And no one knows what it's like.
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