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Lost myself so long ago

I don't know who you see

although I knew her long ago

I know that she's not me.



Perhaps a little nicer

hand's that still are soft

she's had no real reason to cry

I know she's better off.



She still has hope in something

a glimmer in her eyes

she thinks there's more then nothing

she really want's to try.



Her wrists don't tell the story

of a girl who longed to die

she doesn't know the pain

felt when i had to say goodbye.



She's just a pretty little girl

who knows not of the strife

that I did learn to early

when I used to own my life.