She nodded her head in despair.
She thought that nobody had cared.
Every day for her was like her last.
She's still hung up on her past.
When did anyone ever tell her what she would of loved to hear.
Now she stands there, facing her fears.
Alone, once again. ...
This time it could be her end.
To many times, love struck her inside.
To many times, she stuck to those lies.
Her heart is bleeding tears.
Chaos, over the years.
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