T W O || P E O P L E

Two people, too lonely

For the world to notice and see

Two people, too fragile

It seems that they were in the land of exile

Two people, too naive

Always give, even if there was none to receive

Two people, too strong

The problem is they don't know where they belong

Two people, too depressed

Even too insecure about how they dressed

Two people, too desperate

By the time they realize it, i hope its not too late

Two people, too deep

Sometimes it haunts them even in their sleep

Two people, too ed up

All they could think about is how they could cope up

Two people, too late

Too bad they lost theor fate

Two people, too fed up and dead

Now both lying on the floor with a bullet in their head 

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