Afraid to die alone
with no one loving me,
makes me scared to be alive,
for this I am not free.

The hauntings they entrap me
and rule my soul and heart,
sitting here alone
with my spirit ripped apart.

Don't come along my way
with deep and caring eyes
talking of true love and how
you're not like other guys.

Then flick your wavy hair,
and some other fancy thing,
and tell me you are grateful
that I was one great fling!

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