And so another hopeless Monday arrives.
Lost in the rush of our daily lives.
We all feel alone too much�
Distracting our hearts with another�s touch.

But you never really know when
That stone heart will give in again.
When everything feels like it should,
You give in to what feels good.

Your emotions compressed; your mind obtuse,
Hopelessly awaiting your cloned muse.
Just another face to give you some insight.
You are a rain cloud in a sky that�s bright.

And so you lock up your frigid heart,
But your feelings echo your strength apart.
Praying the pain will be crushed to death,
And murmur �help me� with its last breath.

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