Lone thats what I am, that's what I know.
At home, at school, in the world am lone.
The walls stopped talking back, I painted them black.
Am lone picturing a different world in the plain ceiling,
I'm picturing a better me.
Not a lone me, but a better me.
With friends, not walls,
holding hands, not paint brushes,
living and not day dreaming at a plain ceiling.
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