I have nothing left to offer
I have put myself on the line...

She is the girl with the broken eyes
Hiding herself behind these lies...

I try to block out thoughts of you
As I lay here on the floor...

Is it shame you see
When you look at me...

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I picked up the lighter...

I don't know what to do
As you hug your knees and cry...

She sits cross legged
On the big blue bed...

It's a special kind of gift she holds
The power to mess things up...