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i sit along in my empty room
looking up to the bulb above me.

And wonder why i am sitting here.
So cold
so lonely
my heart crying

for it was you, one that I trust
hell it was all of you
treated me like i was dust
all all the while still in view

go to hell. go to hell all of you
my friends, no my ex friends.
the ones that i helped
the ones that when i needed help
turn their backs on me

go to hell

Throught time man has wondered for the immortal device. 
The device that stalks the ones you care about.
The ones that crave attention

The immortal device. 

Is love.