You left me,
Alone here,
Sitting on this rock,
With nothing more than my own fears...
You make me think
That you had love me.
But now you make me think,
That your love was a nightmare...
Poor man...useless thing that you called help...
By living me, only the dark night stands here...
So now...
Don't come back
Let me forget this pain called "love"
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