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She rips out trees with her rage,
Face turned blood red, she's screaming,
Again on the carousel, she can't stop spinning,
They ignore her cries,
The tears in her eyes,
Her lies.

Lets all scream at ourselves and pound on the door,
At the top of our lungs shout 'I dont want to live anymore!'
Lets all throw ourselves face first on the floor and scream 'I want to die!'
Beat your fists on the floor and cry.

It ain't gonna do nothing girl.