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Here We Go Again
Hello,
my little bloody friend,
I let you go,
But here we go again.
I thought that we were done,
Thought you and I were through,
But I'm looking at a scene
That seems too good to be true.
Of a girl in a mirror,
Pressing deep into her skin,
All she craves is the release,
She's got an instinct to give in.
I watch her start to cry,
Silently she screams,
But she knows no one can hear,
How hopeless she feels, how weak.
The world spins slowly around her,
But her head is spinning fast,
She doesn't want to look
Doesn't want to live inside her past.
A years gone by,
And nothings changed,
This only gets worse for her,
Day after day.
So she feels a growing need,
To reach for the misused razor,
I watch her struggle with herself,
As she puts the pencil to the paper.
Though we both know it
Doesn't help at all,
She gave up everything
For the world to let her fall.
She's a face in the crowd,
An alien, nonexistent.
She wants to let out all the anger
But there's no one there to listen.
No one but you, the blade,
Her truest, dearest friend,
I thought I let you go,
But here we go again.....
my little bloody friend,
I let you go,
But here we go again.
I thought that we were done,
Thought you and I were through,
But I'm looking at a scene
That seems too good to be true.
Of a girl in a mirror,
Pressing deep into her skin,
All she craves is the release,
She's got an instinct to give in.
I watch her start to cry,
Silently she screams,
But she knows no one can hear,
How hopeless she feels, how weak.
The world spins slowly around her,
But her head is spinning fast,
She doesn't want to look
Doesn't want to live inside her past.
A years gone by,
And nothings changed,
This only gets worse for her,
Day after day.
So she feels a growing need,
To reach for the misused razor,
I watch her struggle with herself,
As she puts the pencil to the paper.
Though we both know it
Doesn't help at all,
She gave up everything
For the world to let her fall.
She's a face in the crowd,
An alien, nonexistent.
She wants to let out all the anger
But there's no one there to listen.
No one but you, the blade,
Her truest, dearest friend,
I thought I let you go,
But here we go again.....
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