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True Story |
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True Story |
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The tears dwell
behind her eyes A manic depression shatters her cries Their lips pour out hate-filled lies And the closest hope shouts its goodbyes Sharp blade Clean cut Lights fade Keep your mouth shut Veins burst Red blooms Razor thirsts Death dooms The sun shines once more Linoleum floors and crosses of red There she lays on the hospital bed There’s no escape now “I promise,” she vows Her 100 watt smile passes the test Her mother’s weak heart pounds in her chest Sharp blade Clean cut Lights fade Keep your mouth shut Veins burst Red blooms Razor thirsts Death dooms The bright light shines We all thought it’d end gory Just a bunch of lines No way, true story. |
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