Watching cold eyes search the sun Looking for the warmth that was once there Love was lost So was the ability to care Shed one too many tears looking for love Never finding anything but hate Life is like a paint by numbers I can never get it straight False dreams saved for one All alone, get the bottle Drown my sorrows Make me feel complete The object that really cares anymore The night came when I couldn't take it anymore Comitted suicide on my hardwood floor As the life seeped out from my body, I came to see In this life the problem was really me Nothing left but to die and love no one But at least I know what went wrong with this pityful soul Depression and hatred took there toll Now I can watch you from the skies above Rain down the rays of sun, that contain all my loveBirth sign: Aries
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