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Friend? Where did you go?
And how did you end up here at the place that I call home
Tell me now friend, maybe you should leave again.
Maybe you don't see but since you showed up all there's been is this suffering.
Friend, what do you say?
When I leave the room and tell me just who do you think that you're fooling?
I see it in your every move as even in motions of solitude,
no, you can't hide the real you for that much longer.
Broken hearts. Lost Hopes.
All the skeletons and ghosts line your closet they're knocking on your door
Such a crowded room, I feel so alone
Friend, tell me when will you show your face
I hope you know that having more than one don't make easy to erase
It doesn't keep you from throwing it away, but you've missed the can and a mess is made
I know that you'll never clean this up.
Some one said, real friends will stick around,
I found the answer to why you just seem to fade right out.
I see it in your every move as even in motions of solitude,
no, you can't hide the real you for that much longer.
It's such a crowded room, I feel so alone,
and I can't bare the sight of all the ghosts
I feel so cold, I feel so alone.
I can't bare the sight of all the ghosts.
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