The music blares
From her dark room
Where she hide her secrets
So no one knows
She'll wear long sleeves
To hide the scars
She tells so few
And trusts no one
She holds her blade
With such great care
While the pain inside
Slays like a bear
A crimson river
Flows through her veins
But then she cuts
To let loose the pain
She ran out of tears
So she lets the blood run
She's loosing the battle
Of Soul vs. Blade.
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