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It's easy to hear the loneliness in her voice As she speaks she has no one to talk about, there's just no choice She talks about the good old days Filled with love and compassion all was just a faze Loneliness is when you cry There's no one there to make her smile or dry her eyes No one to help with the demons inside her head No one to subside the discomfort of pain from deep inside The demons are here to prey on the misguided brain She continues to hide her pain Only to give into the loneliness of despair Her loneliness has only become a reality because nobody cares Trying to fade away loneliness has taken its toll On her soul Sound of loneliness is silent She doesn't hear the birds singing with great talent She doesn't feel the sun shining People pass her by as if she doesn't exist so she starts declining She wishes her heart could love again highly unlikely loneliness has become her only way of life She remains unable to feel due to the coldness in her heart stuck by a knife
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Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 11:24 AM UTC
Sound of Loneliness
It's easy to hear the loneliness in her voice As she speaks she has no one to talk about, there's just no choice She talks about the good old days Filled with love and compassion all was just a faze Loneliness is when you cry There's no one there to make her smile or dry her eyes No one to help with the demons inside her head No one to subside the discomfort of pain from deep inside The demons are here to prey on the misguided brain She continues to hide her pain Only to give into the loneliness of despair Her loneliness has only become a reality because nobody cares Trying to fade away loneliness has taken its toll On her soul Sound of loneliness is silent She doesn't hear the birds singing with great talent She doesn't feel the sun shining People pass her by as if she doesn't exist so she starts declining She wishes her heart could love again highly unlikely loneliness has become her only way of life She remains unable to feel due to the coldness in her heart stuck by a knife
Written by: Denise Huddleston
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Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 11:24 AM UTC
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