Tess Whitney

The careless girl with nothing but dreams came and sat in the little wood swing
went as high as she could and tried not too fall, until she realized no one cared at all
if she went away and never came home her lungs would fill up with smoke
the depression and stress seems like life is just a test might as well cut open her chest
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The way I never feel or say
brings me down day by day
its hard to hold on while your slipping away
there is no point in trying when you have no getaway
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Dyed hair, fair skin, breathing the wrong air
Faking a smile that's been there for a while
A beautiful flower with the wrong roots
The bloody razor made the secret mind tamer
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