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Who am I supposed to come to help for,
Who is gonna pick me up from the floor.
How am I supposed to deal with people,
How am I supposed to do this by myself.
You’re my bestfriend please don’t leave,
I don’t wanna do this alone.
It’s not the same as talking on the phone,
Things will change.
We will change,
In the end this is your choice.
We’ve talked about graduation since we were little,
The dream doesn’t work with only one.
I’m walking into the future by myself,
At this point it couldn’t be worse than hell.
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