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Complications
step.....step.....step.....step....step............
on the edge of a rooftop sits a girl
thinking of leaving her world
the choice weighs on her mind
like billions of thoughts she cannot combined
to a solution
heartache takes over her and covers her with dark
she wants to run away
to escape
to die
but she cannot decipher the choice
the promises she made give her no choice
she cannot die
she knows there are people who depend on her
promises she wished she didn't make
love she wishes she didn't feel
when she wants the choice to be unreal
unreal things haunt her but they're here
to her nothing can be more clear
for every time she looks in the mirror
she sees the soul that is not there
she sees how no ones cares
she touches her reflection with her hand and it burns
quickly she pulls it away every time she does not learn
no mark is left but the scars on her chest from
clutching the statue so she may rest
for the rest of her time here she will die here
when she dies here angels climb near
there is something unholy here
something about the way to her room
the marks her souls crooked doom
and she rots
everyday
she rots
dieing forever more
