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Another day in the life of;
Her dreams have long since passed her by.
She thinks she knows what's best,
As the white powders smeared on her nose.
Another tear drips down her porcelain face
Her eyes are blackened.
The spoon is strewn from a handmade necklace along her thin neck
One more hit she will probably die;
Her heart will stop, she'll wither away.
She thinks she knows what's best,
As the white powders smeared across her face.
As the cold, dark steel runs across the plain,
Penetrating,
The trenches are dug.
He opens the earth and lets the river flow.
It unearthens the worry, It frees the pain.
At first the blood makes her squirm.
Each drop, the pain is washed away.
The release starts to feel good,
So good.
So good, she can't believe she's done this,
and all for what?
A seconds worth of freedom,
A second without pain?
The scars are proof that its all real.
Her dreams have long since passed her by.
She thinks she knows what's best,
As the white powders smeared on her nose.
Another tear drips down her porcelain face
Her eyes are blackened.
The spoon is strewn from a handmade necklace along her thin neck
One more hit she will probably die;
Her heart will stop, she'll wither away.
She thinks she knows what's best,
As the white powders smeared across her face.
As the cold, dark steel runs across the plain,
Penetrating,
The trenches are dug.
He opens the earth and lets the river flow.
It unearthens the worry, It frees the pain.
At first the blood makes her squirm.
Each drop, the pain is washed away.
The release starts to feel good,
So good.
So good, she can't believe she's done this,
and all for what?
A seconds worth of freedom,
A second without pain?
The scars are proof that its all real.