I stand alone with my head hung low,
I can feel my tears trickling down my face,
I look up to see an empty room, a room once warm and now so cold,
The memories vague nothing but sadness,
The road I took was not right for me but yet I find myself here cold and alone.
What have I become this child like woman so insecure yet once so happy
Now all thats left is the feeling of emptiness
I look to the door of this ice cold place I take one last look
With a saddened face i leave the memories behind and close the door forever..
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