Skin so soft to the touch
Flesh, yes, you don't see much
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Undressed, faded scars are placed
From razor blades gone so haste
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A constant reminder, of what you once were
The misery you wish could be a blur
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But what about the mind and heart?
Sadly the skin is just the start
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Traumatized by whatever it might be
A story only you will truly see
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You might have told it a thousand times
About the ones who committed crimes
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Thinking about it still stings
You wish by now you had wings
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Death is something you think about because of it
But surely life is something you just can't quit
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I know it's hard living in painful story
Even at times your mind gets gorey
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You're just that beautiful flower they had picked
To lead to death and pain they would inflict
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But I hope there is Heaven for you
To all those people, I say adieu
