Give her a razor
let her kill herself now...
The walls are closing in on me
the rooms are getting too small...
Sitting against a wall,
Created by me...
There is this curse
called broken heart...
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I sit in my corner...
My sickness courses through each vein
it labels me with a relentless shame...
What do I do, When all I do,
Is hurt the people I care for...
Here I am in
this empty...
Kind of like a diamond in the rough.
A beat up rock with scratches and scuffs...
Gone too far this time,
She can't ever take it back...
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Here is to the daughter who doesn't get attention
She is forgotten and never to mention...