It’s the nearness of you,
That brings me to my knees.
The way that you smile,
And do as you please.
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Every time I bleed it’s a cry for help, not an insanity plea,
But you think differently, think I need a hospital to treat me,
So you sent me here and locked me in the psych ward,
For finding a way to deal with my pain, I guess this is my reward.
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Life gave me a lemon,
I don’t know why,
But I took it without question,
And then I squeezed it dry.
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It’s cold in the shadows; she doesn’t want to be found,
She'll hold her breath, silence her cries and make not a sound,
But she’ll be seen, and beaten once more,
And he’ll leave her bruised and bleeding on the floor.
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Life dealt me a bad hand,
My ace of hearts came broken,
My full house ain’t so full,
I don’t live life on straight and narrow,
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An ode to you, oh quiet child,
Lying so still, broken and defiled,
As blood seeps from your veins,
Traces the tiles,
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