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There she sits in the pouring rain

No one to comfort and take away her pain

Her shooting sighs, and staining tears,

She can't seem to forget her childhood fears

Although she tries again and again

This is the way things are to have been.



Once a little angel turned bad

She can only wish that she never had

The joys of life, happiness and sorrow

She now can't wish for a better tomorrow

Mascara staining her snow pale face

She only wants to belong in a certain place.



Covered in black from her head to her toes

Her emotions run wild and her pain only grows

Make-up to hide her face, behind this mask

Wanting people only to stare and not ask

What's wrong with her today

Why is she this way...?



The tainted knife grasped in her hand

Trying desperatly, but she can't understand

Wanting time to just stop and rewind

Into her thoughts she creeps wanting to find

The answers to way she does feel like shit

Playing with suicide, she tries to commit.



Into the shadowed world she does flee

Not being able to grasp her reality

She continues to tell herself she's a waste

That she'll die quickly and be replaced

The rings in her ears, chains by her side

Staring into nothing-ness she just wants to hide.



Sitting under the moonlit sky

Is that lonely child waiting to die

Soothing sounds, shooting of a star

Sometimes she wishes she could be where you are

Too scared to die, too scared to live

Back into her mind she goes to surrvive...