Something..

One of us is crying, one of us is lying
In her lonely bed, staring at the ceiling
Wishing she was somewhere else instead
One of us is lonely, one of us is only waiting for a call
Sorry for herself, feeling stupid, feeling small
Wishing she had never left at all



Where is the end ? ! ? ! ? ! ? ! ? Help..

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