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I'm the little girl on the corner,

Cuz it's the only love she knows.

The little boy too poor to ask for shoes,

To help the blisters on his toes.

And you still try to say you know me,

Because you know my middle name.

You think you know the girl who screams no more,

Because she just can't take the pain.



You still think you know me,

But Did you?

Did you watch me,

This morning?

Did You?

Did you watch me,

Wrap my scars?

Or did you?

Did you see me,

When I made them?

And did you,

Know I cut them...

For you?



I'm the little boy catchin beatings,

Cuz daddy's had too much to drink.

I'm the woman with the scarlet letter,

Because the priest just won't come clean.

I know that you don't love ths sinner,

But you still taught me how to sin.

And then you leave me for the loser,

After you taught me how to win.



I said did you?

Did you know you're the reason?

And did you?

Did you love me at the time?

If you loved me, would you leave me,

So empty?

And if you loved me, why am I still,

So alone?

Don't try to tell me, You love me,

When you leave me,

Destitute.

Don't try to tell me, you know me,

If you ask me,

To rest with you.

Because if you know me, then you know me.

I'm broken.

And if you know me, then you know I,

Don't belong.

If you love me, you don't need to,

See my wrists to know,

They're bleeding.

And if you know me, You don't need to,

Ask me why.

     - Lo Ruhamah