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She lies awake in the field of darkness
Laying around with all the bloody corpses
In denile
Like a child
Lost in the night
There is no light,
No, there is no light.

She's an addict...
Addicted to the pain
Lost in a world of pills and migraines
Consumed in darkness
Driven from the light
She wonders,
She wonders
If she'll ever be alright.