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by Oliver Stevenson Sep 28, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Nobody around me seems to care, Whether I am here or there, I cannot help my pain inside Especially when I sit and cry. I stay at home and talk to you, Even if what you say is true, What you say builds up inside, And now my feelings are hard to hide. I try to tell you I lose the words, They fly out my mouth like birds, So as I see you here with him, This pain inside turns to sin,.