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- Sep 10, 2008
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She sits in a corner all alone and cry,
Praying, begging and asking God why.
Why did he have to come into her life,
Oh how it pains, it cuts like a knife.
What made him come and take everyting away,
Why was she so afraid to speck up and say.
What could she have done to make him leave,
Was it her face, or was it her weave.
She did the best that she could have done
She cooked and cleaned and did things just for fun.
But finally it has come to and end,
All she needs now is a friend.
Someone to sit and talk with,
Someone who could handle her when she through her fits.
Someone to laugh with and have fun,
A true friend that does not carry a gun.
Someone who is genuine and real;
Someone who cares about her a great deal.
Praying, begging and asking God why.
Why did he have to come into her life,
Oh how it pains, it cuts like a knife.
What made him come and take everyting away,
Why was she so afraid to speck up and say.
What could she have done to make him leave,
Was it her face, or was it her weave.
She did the best that she could have done
She cooked and cleaned and did things just for fun.
But finally it has come to and end,
All she needs now is a friend.
Someone to sit and talk with,
Someone who could handle her when she through her fits.
Someone to laugh with and have fun,
A true friend that does not carry a gun.
Someone who is genuine and real;
Someone who cares about her a great deal.