She scrunches up the paper
And on the page it reads
All her hopes for the future
All of her deepest dreams.
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Dead Piece Of Paper
She scrunches up the paper
And on the page it reads
All her hopes for the future
All of her deepest dreams.
She scrunches up the paper
With her hands dripping dark red
And starts to scream now
Because all her hopes are dead.
She scrunches up the paper
With her face hidden behind her hair
Her eyes are closed she’s fallen
Her dreams are all nightmares.
She scrunched up that paper
And on the page it reads
The things that she was most
And she was dead indeed.