She sits on that bench
As her life goes by
She waits for you to return
She's been dead for years
You can tell by her eyes
That she no longer knows who she is
Inside her mind
Pictures flash of you
Nd the life that you so wrongly
Promised her
She's fading away
Blood flowing through every vain
As she begins to carve into her skin
Your name
(Unfinished how is it so far)
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