Listen to the story of a girl that I once knew
As scary as the story is I swear this tale is true
With a bottle of pills in one hand a razor blade in the other
A white towel laid on the floor where the blood would cover
She cut slow and deep just to feel the pain
Shhh, be quiet if you listen you can hear the calm before the rain
Haunted by that tainted day each and every year
She captivates my soul for now I live in fear
Many say you can hear her cry from the ocean to the coast
Some say that she didn’t die that she’s a living ghost
As for me it’s hard to believe as the days go by
The scar is there but maybe the girl never really died
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