Alone yet again...
On a day with love
With hearts as red as a rose
And snow as white as a dove
I've never had anyone
On this special day
No one to roses from
Or to give them away
Why do I put myself through this?
Why do I even try?
This day is always the worst to me
All I ever do is cry..
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