Found in the deepest part of me
Is a broken soul, cut and bleeding
But she's hidden so you can't see
She's been tormented, she's been dying
Haunted, tortured, decieved
And she's drowning from her crying
Like a cut that won't stop bleeding
Her life just keeps flowing out
drowning her heartbeat with screaming
She's a disease that kills it's host
Withered petal from a black rose
She's a living phantom, a ghost
Tired of a caloused heart
She wants to feel again
Tired of a world where she has no part
Now that you see who's dying
Will you lend a mended heart
So she can take wooden axe
and tear it all apart
Because she can't stand that your happy
She can't stand your smile
And i know she'd absolutly love it
If you'd just cry for a while
This poor tortured girl
Has had enough of you
So now I'm locking you up with her
So you can she what she will do
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