So many people never had himself,
Being treated like the human kind.
Though a woman smiles upon herself,
Become a part of everything unkind.
To spend a little money on himself!
Another way of feeling sad and glad,
Mama never thought about herself,
The only life a woman ever had.
She never really wanted everything,
Ever saw a woman on herself,
Never had enough of anything,
The only way of being by himself.
Another human being pushed aside!
The only way of laughing at himself,
You remember when the priest replied,
Never had a problem by herself.
Even though she had a little younger,
You have ever seen an angel make,
The wings of love and never saw her mother,
The only thing a woman could forsake.
A company that never could forsake.
No need to laugh or treated you unkind,
Even though I never had the make,
Giving you a way of being kind.
Something you already started seeing,
No-one ever wanted me to let,
A love was taken by the use of teasing,
Never had the thought of nothing yet.
Another woman hides within herself,
The one who really needs a friend or never,
A better way of being by himself,
On the wings of love and never ever.
Maybe nothing else except himself.
Never ever really love her only,
A little one and only by herself,
A woman on the way of being coldly.
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