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The Song of Me.
Verse One
Here I say is the song of me.
Look to the corner so you can see.
A skinny young girl, sobbing and sighing.
Look in her eyes, inside she's dying.
So sick of the voices yelling in her brain.
All she wants is to be sane.
Nothing she does is ever enough.
No matter how strong she is, she isn't that tough.
Chrous
Falling to the floor,
Can't take it anymore.
Walk in the room and close the door.
She's not going to take them,
Not anymore.
Writing her little letter, making sure it rhymes,
This will be her final poem, a last artistic chime.
Listen to them one last time.
Slices her arm, hoping that she dies.
Blood falling to the floor.
Praying to God she doesn't open her eyes.
Verse Two
A metallic beep, and blinding light.
Opens her eyes, a terrible sight.
Showing her that she survived.
Her sister found her, she's alive.
She wants to try again.
And all she feels is pain.
Looking to her arm.
There she see the evidence from her self inflicted harm.
Chrous
Falling to the floor,
Can't take it anymore.
Walk in the room and close the door.
She's not going to take them,
Not anymore.
Writing her little letter, making sure it rhymes,
This will be her final poem, a last artistic chime.
Listen to them one last time.
Slices her arm, hoping that she dies.
Blood falling to the floor.
Praying to God she doesn't open her eyes
Bridge
Poor Girl, Crying, she's so crazy.
Her next decision is so hazy.
Tired of all this strife.
Screaming,
"Oh, Please God! End my life!"
Chrous
Falling to the floor,
Can't take it anymore.
Walk in the room and close the door.
She's not going to take them,
Not anymore.
Writing her little letter, making sure it rhymes,
This will be her final poem, a last artistic chime.
Listen to them one last time.
Slices her arm, hoping that she dies.
Blood falling to the floor.
This time she doesn't open her eyes.
Here I say is the song of me.
Look to the corner so you can see.
A skinny young girl, sobbing and sighing.
Look in her eyes, inside she's dying.
So sick of the voices yelling in her brain.
All she wants is to be sane.
Nothing she does is ever enough.
No matter how strong she is, she isn't that tough.
Chrous
Falling to the floor,
Can't take it anymore.
Walk in the room and close the door.
She's not going to take them,
Not anymore.
Writing her little letter, making sure it rhymes,
This will be her final poem, a last artistic chime.
Listen to them one last time.
Slices her arm, hoping that she dies.
Blood falling to the floor.
Praying to God she doesn't open her eyes.
Verse Two
A metallic beep, and blinding light.
Opens her eyes, a terrible sight.
Showing her that she survived.
Her sister found her, she's alive.
She wants to try again.
And all she feels is pain.
Looking to her arm.
There she see the evidence from her self inflicted harm.
Chrous
Falling to the floor,
Can't take it anymore.
Walk in the room and close the door.
She's not going to take them,
Not anymore.
Writing her little letter, making sure it rhymes,
This will be her final poem, a last artistic chime.
Listen to them one last time.
Slices her arm, hoping that she dies.
Blood falling to the floor.
Praying to God she doesn't open her eyes
Bridge
Poor Girl, Crying, she's so crazy.
Her next decision is so hazy.
Tired of all this strife.
Screaming,
"Oh, Please God! End my life!"
Chrous
Falling to the floor,
Can't take it anymore.
Walk in the room and close the door.
She's not going to take them,
Not anymore.
Writing her little letter, making sure it rhymes,
This will be her final poem, a last artistic chime.
Listen to them one last time.
Slices her arm, hoping that she dies.
Blood falling to the floor.
This time she doesn't open her eyes.
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