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im just a girl, who likes to write. |
Will her soul still perform;
after everyone has left and gone...
Anguish cripples me
As I wither inside...
A puppet on strings
A girl without wings...
Will her soul still perform;
after everyone has left and gone...
Stuck with the pain
While dancing in the rain...
Every night Im haunted
Thoughts crowd my mind...
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Sacrifices we make tear away at out skin, leaving nothing but bones rattling in the wind. |
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The silence kills him |
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Im a puppet on strings |