PRETTY LITTLE DEAD GIRL...(Draft)
Well hey there young girl,
I could show you the world,
If you only chose to exist,
So hold out your hand,
And dance on the sand,
How have you never been kissed,
Don't always do what your told,
Let your future unfold,
Because life is to short to be missed,
But your running away,
It's just tears everyday,
Whats with the scars on your wrists,
It more relief than its pain,
As you cut through the vein,
The blood drips from the end of your fist,
So the time has run out,
In that girl full of doubt,
Why did you go and do this..
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Not bad so far but struggling on a chorus...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem