She says she's seen it all,
But she still trips and she falls,
Into the mess she's sworn off before,
But she's all alone.
When no one's there for you,
And you're out feeling blue.
All the things you care about fade away,
But you're still stuck, you're the same.
And it's hard to live when she feels like an open wound,
It's hard to die inside but to keep following all the rules.
And she was once filled with a pretty glee,
And what if I tell you that girl is me.
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Tortured Poetry
Poetry~Stole my tortured heart ~She'll patch up your tapestry that I shred ~I'm a tortured poet ~And you all me up again just to break me like a promise
