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The Flower In The Storm,
I gave everything for you
I changed my beliefs, my priorities, my look
I would never be who you want me to
You drained me...It was everything you took
You claim to be my friends, my allies
That have taken everything away from me
You claim to speak the truth but it was nothing but lies
You didn't hear me crying, screaming, my plea
I hid the pain by slashing my hips
I met someone who made my heart weak
But the pain became excruciating at the lips
Because finally someone heard me speak
Someone listened to my pain
and it hurt them too
Someone that was willing to stand out in the rain
Because there was something secret he knew
This flower needed the storm to grow
There is someone who has accepted me
All of my problems with nothing to owe
He made me promise, he made me agree
To love myself the way he loved me
To stop hurting myself with a knife
because he believed in my life
I stopped taking the pills
For him, one ounce of pain for me, it causes more than hurt, it kills,
He won't find his little girl took an overdose
She won't be comatose
Finally someone won't let her suffer
Someone who stood by her, not even her mother
One day he may leave her and move on to another
He can make her life more than black and white, he can add colour,
He found a seed and made it his flower.
I changed my beliefs, my priorities, my look
I would never be who you want me to
You drained me...It was everything you took
You claim to be my friends, my allies
That have taken everything away from me
You claim to speak the truth but it was nothing but lies
You didn't hear me crying, screaming, my plea
I hid the pain by slashing my hips
I met someone who made my heart weak
But the pain became excruciating at the lips
Because finally someone heard me speak
Someone listened to my pain
and it hurt them too
Someone that was willing to stand out in the rain
Because there was something secret he knew
This flower needed the storm to grow
There is someone who has accepted me
All of my problems with nothing to owe
He made me promise, he made me agree
To love myself the way he loved me
To stop hurting myself with a knife
because he believed in my life
I stopped taking the pills
For him, one ounce of pain for me, it causes more than hurt, it kills,
He won't find his little girl took an overdose
She won't be comatose
Finally someone won't let her suffer
Someone who stood by her, not even her mother
One day he may leave her and move on to another
He can make her life more than black and white, he can add colour,
He found a seed and made it his flower.
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