This day I'll look at you and hope you see,
Past the eyes and inside at the girl I'll always be,
She's a girl thats dying and hopeing that someone is gonna save her this day,
A tall dark stranger that would come and wipe her tears away,
But she can't brake free of the darkness no matter how hard she keeps on trying,
In the dark; in secret; she slits her wrist as she keeps on crying,
If you could hear her scream,
Of the things that haunt her dreams,
Then she might just be okay for one night,
She'd like to hope things would be alright,
Look at her and hear her as the darkness is stunning,
SEE look closer; her eyeliners running,
This girls seen good gone bad,
Like cutting your wrists it's a problem not a fad.
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