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Choose my World
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old poems Inside she knows it's too late
But part of her won't give in
The worlds battle for her soul
Who will she let win?
She continues to feed you this pain
And the hope that it'll still be alright
At home, only darkness sees her bleed
As she cries and turns off the light
She can't make sense of her mind
All she hears now is screaming
She closes her eyes and shakes her head
Please tell me I am dreaming.
What is she doing to the world?
Living her life [this mistake]
It's too late to save her now
They watch her twist and break
They tell her she's important
Don't they see she doesn't belong?
She isn't meant for this world
She knows that they are wrong.
Tell me why, then, she reaches out
To find your shaking hands
When there is no room for hope
(Is it those two twisting bands?).
Bound so carefully together
Wrapped delicately around a thumb
Reminding her to be strong, that maybe
There's still something she can become
Inside she knows that it's too late
But part of her just won't give in
The worlds battle for her soul
Which deserves to win?
