Lone…
I like the busy crowd,
’cause I can get lost.
No one watches you,
Nobody knows you.
Every face is unfamiliar,
everyone is a stranger.
They will not ask you,
if anything is wrong.
‘Cause, I am afraid,
I will not be able to hide anymore.
It was not supposed to happen,
But all I want is to get asked,
If I am fine, if I am fine.
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