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God Help The Outcast
I’m using your name in vain,
Cause you never notice her pain.
Can’t you see the scars on her wrists?
All the blood that were spilt?
The blood that colored the sheet red as wine?
Her tears from time to time?
Cause you never notice her pain.
Can’t you see the scars on her wrists?
All the blood that were spilt?
The blood that colored the sheet red as wine?
Her tears from time to time?
Published 7th Jun 2010
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