Gone

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Darkness seeps through her veins
She stares, stares into the mirror as it rains
She's gone
She's gone
No one can help her now
No one can help her now
She lays on a bed of petals
She sees her life through her grey eyes
They are worn
They are torn
They are forlorn
She tries her best to venture straight
But her path is full of hate
It blinds her
It tests her
She will fail she knows
She knows
She knows
She wished someone had saved her
The world was too cruel she knew
Too cruel to waste a second on her
Who would want worn grey eyes
Who would want torn grey eyes
Who would forlorn grey eyes
She didn't even want herself
She was a hybrid
She was a different breed
What else would explain her loneliness?
What else would explain her withered excuse for a life?
The flame was waving in the storm
There was hardly any oxygen left
Hardly any at all

Darkness seeped through her veins
She stared, stared into the mirror as it rained
She's gone
She's gone
No one helped her then
No one can help her now
She laid on a bed of petals
She saw her life through her grey eyes
They were worn
They were torn
They were forlorn
She tried her best to venture straight
But her path was full of hate
It blinded her
It tested her
She failed she knew
She knew
She knew
She wished someone would have saved her
The world was too cruel
The world never wasted a second on her
No one wanted worn grey eyes
No one wanted torn grey eyes
No one wanted forlorn grey eyes
She never wanted herself
She had been a hybrid
She had been a different breed
Nothing else explained her loneliness
Nothing else explained her withered excise for a life
The flame waved in the storm
There was hardly any oxygen left
Hardly any at all

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