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When a storm comes this way\r\nStruggle madly to get away\r\n\r\nCome back to nothing\r\nIt is all lost\r\nSo here I sit\r\n\r\nSitting mindless, it went free\r\nMy body is doomed to stay with me\r\n\r\nI cannot look back at what I have lost\r\nThings can be replaced\r\nBut a broken heart\r\nMy heart has since been locked away\r\n\r\nIn pieces crumpled by the vandals\r\nWhose friendships from the start\r\nWere a gamble\r\n\r\nNo effort do I put forth\r\nI can\'t just yet\r\nI know the game\r\nValentines Day is not the same\r\nLike every other holiday\r\n\r\nAlone body, mind and soul\r\nNo where to go\r\n\r\nNo where to roam\r\nJust looking around\r\nThis is not home\r\n\r\nHow do you recover when you know of a better life?\r\nHow do you live in dysfunction and strife?\r\n\r\nI didnt choose to live this way\r\nBut suddenly it happened\r\nWhen a storm came this way