sam .... - lost

Lost..
She sits alone that’s the way she likes it
She scrolls through the past
And reminices trough ever memory
That’s ever bin lived
She’s so lost
She’s gone so cold
She’s so worn out
She never see’s past the past
She feels she has no 1 that can understand her
A lost tear falls from her soar eyes
Will she find the way home or
Will she for ever b lost? ? ? ?

sam ....

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