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If I fell off of the earth, Would anyone really know? Most likely not, Since no one watched me go. They see my pain, And turn their heads. Why do they leave? My heart's not dead. Life is busy for them, When I'm in need, I'd be there for them, But no one is here for me. I'm in second place, Probably even third, The space that is between us, Silences my every word. And living life right beside me, Is nothing but empty space, The seconds turn to hours, As life slows its pace. With no one for me, I am utterly alone, And with each passing day, It's harder to go on.