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She's fighting
She still feels suicidal,
These thoughts don't Rome they idol
Standing in her head
Don't you know she flirts with the dead?
Blades and tears and pills and blood
Feelings hurt, in her soul they flood
A suicidal thought from every goal she sought
As it takes her by the reins
She's left with only pains
She cuts to ease the pain away
Tosses pills down to get through the day
If it weren't for him she'd be dead
Already have taken the whole bottle instead
She made a promise to be his for life
So an overdose is replaced with a knife
But some day she'll forget about all that she means
When days start turning into routines
She'll use tiny bullets so nobody will know
And she'll lay in her bed and die peaceful and slow....
