She wears her torn heart on her sleeve
Death is her bliss
She watches on new years eve
She wants deaths kiss
She clutches the knife
She looks all the way down
There's no reason to hide
Theres already blood on her gown
The rain falls on her soft skin
As she stands on the edge
The tears running down her chin
She steps off the ledge
Now its over
Her sufferings gone
He's never sober
It was his fault all along.
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