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Eyes Of Tragedy
I hit the concrete
Laying there, starting to bleed
My soul seeps
Gone are the lies I used to eat
The realization of what happen to me
You stole my innocents
The truth has not set me free
You're still inside me, holding onto the incident
I don't want to be your victim anymore
You still have so much power
Yet here I am, still on the floor
I cannot bloom, a dead flower
I look at the world around me
Everybody passing by, afraid to touch
Looking through the eyes of a tragedy
People don't seem to see me much
I hate you, reality
H.C.L, I hate you too
You molested me
Then off you flew
Another day that I can't face the gravity
Laying there, starting to bleed
My soul seeps
Gone are the lies I used to eat
The realization of what happen to me
You stole my innocents
The truth has not set me free
You're still inside me, holding onto the incident
I don't want to be your victim anymore
You still have so much power
Yet here I am, still on the floor
I cannot bloom, a dead flower
I look at the world around me
Everybody passing by, afraid to touch
Looking through the eyes of a tragedy
People don't seem to see me much
I hate you, reality
H.C.L, I hate you too
You molested me
Then off you flew
Another day that I can't face the gravity
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