On my own

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I write this with pain

Blood stains on my hand

Outside there's a heavy downpour

It's making the ceiling cry

You were to be my happy place

A safehouse I could go to

Tell me how things went bad

Where did I go wrong

I thought we were solid strong

Alas! You left me here

All on my own