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Dancing lovers in a daydream
spinning faster and faster
All I want to do is scream
skin as pale as alabaster.
He belongs to me
but now he dances with her.
Why can't he see?
What's the difference between me and her?
I'm sick of the lies
sick of the pain
sick of the tears that pour from my eyes.
Blood leaves a stain
as i cut my arm again.
drowning in this physical pain.