As I'm looking back on broken down dreams,
Heartbreaks and memories that I've had.
I made it through the hard times,
And came back a stronger man,: But this time darling,
It's just not the same.
Down the lonely stairs,
With a suitcase in my hand,
Misery can be a heavy load.
I've made it through the hard times,
And in vail I made it back.
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In the morning I was lonely,
But never bothered to cry.
Never even stopped to wonder,
Why leaving was just another,
Part of the game.
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