Love is Lonely

They are All Gone

They are All Gone
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My life is falling apart.
Where did all the good things go?
I’m losing my love.
Who can help me?
I help everyone.
They say I understand.
Where is my help?
Who understands me?
I have lost some friends.
Soon they will all be gone.
I will be all alone.
All the good things,
They’re all gone.