She lies in pain
Nothing to gain
Caught on the lure
No longer pure
A blade, a knife
Run out of strife
A trickle
A drop
Why can't she stop
A burn
A bandage
She can't stand it
She lies in pain.
Gone with the rain.
She lies in pain
Nothing to gain
Caught on the lure
No longer pure
A blade, a knife
Run out of strife
A trickle
A drop
Why can't she stop
A burn
A bandage
She can't stand it
She lies in pain.
Gone with the rain.
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