The Blank Pages of My dairy,
That I haven't touched since you left me,
The closed blinds in my home,
See no light of day,
Dust gathers on my Stereo,
"Cause I can't bear to hear the radio".
The guitar sits in a shady space with a picture of your face,
I'm scared to face another day,
becz the fear in me first won't go away...
you were gone and I'm scared......
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