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[jamin_girl]

She's numb and wasted
takes another slow drag
off that cigarette

deep eyes and solemn faces
stare back from every puddle
into which she steps

all she wants is
someone who understands
all she sees are
beggars holding out
their hungry hands

Her record skips,
she can't break it
Her feet are heavy and
she's sinking as she's
dragging them

Light-headed with
heavy thoughts
she closes her eyes,
takes a deep breath,
counts from one to ten

hands deep in her pockets
she plays with the blade
hungry for her veins

with all this static around her
its the only way to pull herself
out of the maze

to silence the voices
inside her head
to push back into the grave
corpses that won't stay dead

to crash the probability wave
on the shores of a tranquil face

with it to her skin
and some gentle pushing
suddenly clarity dawns
and all the broken pieces
fall back into place

all she wants is
someone who understands
all she sees are
beggars holding out
their hungry hands

all she knows is
the fate of ever-decreasing returns

all she feels she needs are
all the bridges she's
already burned.