She sits alone everyday She sits and cries her tears she wonders why you went away why you disappeared The silence that surrounds her confuses and confounds She searching for the keeper of the voice But the keeper can't be found The loneliness isnide her seems to grow in bounds and leaps She hangs her head in sorrow Hangs her head and weeps Oh that voice that kept her company with the funny things she'd say replaced by the sadness that now grips her since she went away. And the town still talks about her pretending she doesn't hear they whisper that she's gone mad Has been the good part of ten years She hears this voice inside her head Somedays all she can do is scream The doctors say she's doing well But the label sticks it seems Certifiably sane for all the good that's worth The town still aviods her like the plague Still give her a wide berth So now she sits alone and cries No one left to talk to And the silence deafens her muddled mind since the day that she lost you.Birth sign: Scorpio
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