It's a lonely life if you'd ask me
You fits into your jeans
You'd buy expensive things
Heck, you dine-in fancy
But it's a lonely life you see
If all that's done with you and you only
No friends to ask for a movie
No lover to spend a night watching Netflix
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I've even lost the appetite to express myself, because honestly, what's the point?
After midnight,
Shah Alam.
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