That my dreams are done.
That there is somebody whose dreams are remembered.
Why me?
Why must I be tortured?
Why must I be scarred?
Why must I be so depressed in life?
What have I done to deserve this?
Who have I sinned against?
Why am I being tortured?
Where did it all begin?
When will the pain proceed away from me?
Guess for now I'll just be mourning.
Because when you are in my shoes, you will never smile.
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