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The Way You Make Her Feel,
she stands there with the razor in her hand
the blood on her wrist, like a perminate band.
Where to look, where to turn?
The pain she feels, is a killing burn.
She starts to cry, and falls to the floor
she just cant take him nomore.
as she thinks of him,
her life starts to dim.
He has no idea what she goes threw
but, its all because of you.
As she stares in the mirror,
the picture goes clear
He was the one for her
And now, she is nomore.