Without you
When you are not with me
Without you
I'm nothing
Without you
I'm hopeless
Without you
I'm depressed
Without you
I could never smile again
Without you
I don't have faith in me anymore
Without you
I'm useless
Without you
I fee like I"m not needed anymore
Without you
I'm not the me I use to be
Without you
I can't laugh
Without you
I have not else to cry on
Without you
I have no one else to understand me
Without you
I could be a different person
Without you
My heart would be broken to pieces
Without you
I could never stop this pain
Without you
I could never stop feeling this pain
Without you
I would not have anyone to inspire
Without you
I wouldn't have figured out who I really am
Without you
I wouldn't have someone to cuddle with
Without you
My life would have ended
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Junice Michele Lanza
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