She holds on to something sharp in her hands
Not the harmful metal toy we all know so well
Blood, tears, water it can all be the same
Doesn't wash anything away
Her body's still refusing to eat
Her tongue tries to tell her story
The scars, the broken glass, her defeat
You can take that glory
And when the shapes of life became a hurting eternity
The sparkle in her eyes vanished
And when the nightmares became reality
She tried to kill the world that once were in her dreams
You'll look at her, but you'll only see pale skin and bones
She'll look at you, but she'll only see a lying soul
She'll kill her hunger at the weeping willow
She could do it blindfolded...
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