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Looking at a torn picture

Of two little girls in the grass

Hand in hand as one falls down

The other, catching her in this photograph



How many times will you fall

Before you’re walking straight

I can’t hold your hand anymore

And synchronize your fate



I can’t just force feed you

All the values of your life

I won’t wipe away your blood

While you possess the knife



I know he’ll hurt you again

But my ears won’t hear your cries

I’ve waved that red flag for too long

This is the final demise



Run, sister, run back to him

Let him make you smile

And when he draws your tears again

You’ll run to me, an extra mile



But this time, you’ll never reach me

For, I’ll be far gone

I stopped waiting around for you

I’ve been waiting for so long



Run to him, I won’t look

But I won’t hold you back

See, I love you too much

To watch you derail off the right track



So when you come crying to me

Because he showed his colors again

You painted this picture that you see

And autographed it in the end