Woke up with this and had to get it out.
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I knew a girl who lost herself in a man with comely eyes
His gentle hands slowly ripped away her seemingly innocent identity
(This proves intentions are meaningless, and a pleasing touch can be deadly)
She sauntered around, in his towering shadow, believing she had found safety
Never realizing that he became her reason; for her life and for her eventual demise
(Like a deadly poison killing you softly, so is having another as your reason to live)
She doesn't know him anymore, but her scars still bleed sometimes
Mostly when she hears his name, or sees his face, or remembers.
God how she remembers.
-Ash
I knew a girl who lost herself in a man with comely eyes
His gentle hands slowly ripped away her seemingly innocent identity
(This proves intentions are meaningless, and a pleasing touch can be deadly)
She sauntered around, in his towering shadow, believing she had found safety
Never realizing that he became her reason; for her life and for her eventual demise
(Like a deadly poison killing you softly, so is having another as your reason to live)
She doesn't know him anymore, but her scars still bleed sometimes
Mostly when she hears his name, or sees his face, or remembers.
God how she remembers.
-Ash