Lying on the floor,
Arms wrapped around your waist,
As you slowly move toward the door,
Saying good-bye in haste.
I watch you go,
Crying at the door,
Again I am left alone, oh,
Time again, Left crying on the floor.
Every time I fall in love,
They say they never cared,
So their love goes, As fleeting as a dove,
Forgetting all the time we shared.
Always getting left behind,
Always being pushed away,
No one seems to care, No one seems to mind,
So I'm left, To try and find my way.
Yet again I try to move on,
I keep moving, always ready to roam,
I again become withdrawn,
Left only with memories and an empty home.
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