I go in my room and cry cause my life is passing by to fast to enjoy it.
When I leave to start over, I know I will be homesick.
But so much miss the house but be heartsick.
I'll also miss the people who left handprint on my heart,
And the ones who throw me away and made me stronger.
Friends come and go to quickly to even say the words "I Miss You"
I'm a person who loved too much but, got nothing in return.
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