Who?

Hope itself dried out in you as you heard your man walking away.
Without a word.

You thought...
Who's gonna make my decisions? I can’t make them on my own
Who's gonna rise to the occasion when there is no one around?
Who the hell is gonna believe me, when I dont believe in myself?
Who's gonna be there forever...?

Peace.


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