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In a dark corner of a dark room
She sits, alone
No one knows why
Perhaps she likes to watch the shadows
Play against the walls
Maybe she likes the dark
Or maybe she's finally realized
That nobody wants her, she's alone
In a room full of bubbly people
And superficial champagne
Surrounded by people
Who call themselves friends
She's alone, she doesn't belong
Declared "strange" and shunned
By those who once watched her back
Simply because she refused to
Conform to their gift-wrapped existence
In a dark corner of a dark room
She cries, alone
No, not alone
Accompanied only by a knife
Set gently by her side
With a slash and a sigh
Sixteen years of life was extinguished
With a sharp piece of metal
And a determined hand
In a dark corner of a dark room
She bleeds, laying on the carpet
And for the first time
In her wasted life... she's smiling
She sits, alone
No one knows why
Perhaps she likes to watch the shadows
Play against the walls
Maybe she likes the dark
Or maybe she's finally realized
That nobody wants her, she's alone
In a room full of bubbly people
And superficial champagne
Surrounded by people
Who call themselves friends
She's alone, she doesn't belong
Declared "strange" and shunned
By those who once watched her back
Simply because she refused to
Conform to their gift-wrapped existence
In a dark corner of a dark room
She cries, alone
No, not alone
Accompanied only by a knife
Set gently by her side
With a slash and a sigh
Sixteen years of life was extinguished
With a sharp piece of metal
And a determined hand
In a dark corner of a dark room
She bleeds, laying on the carpet
And for the first time
In her wasted life... she's smiling