The Death Of Me

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She sits alone

Fills her head with meaningless lies

Finding no comfort in her empty cries

Seeing life through helpless swollen eyes

Nothing can save her

From their sullen empty lies

Wash the blood away

Don't let them see you hurting

Don't make yourself pay

It only gives them pride in what they have done

Staring done the barrel of a loaded gun

I know inside it's burning

One day you shall find happiness

Through pain and misery

I know

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