Her cold hands cover a face full of fearQuiet on the floorAll she wants is to disappearCan’t take this anymore
An aching need to live a life,but she’s too weakThinking about to end it with a knifeShe’s nothing more than a freak
A tear clear as silver from her eyejust one of manyWonder why they made her cryReasons, she knows there isn’t any
Fighting trough every day and nightAfraid to get lostLonging for that warming light,away from the pricking frost
No one has ever seen a cuter face,filled with frightPlease, lead her to a better placeA place full of delight
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