I came to you, broken and deceived
And still it was all I received
Cloaked by my own insanity
I listened to your lullaby
A broken chant, had I only known
But as time had grown
I find myself lost, suspended in time
I find myself alone and tame
Where is the girl that used to fight
I can't find her, she died
along with her will and reverie
when too many times, she was told how to be.
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