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The quiet one
They call her
The one they point to and laugh
They never understood her
Her life is trash
Every night she’d go home
And bleed for her pain
She blames herself
For her many ways
She is different
Through people don’t see
The great person she is
Just like you and me
Every night she’d go home
And bleed for her pain
Cry herself to sleep at night
She didn’t no another way
You know what she does
But you don’t try to help
She looks over in your eyes
Calling out a silent shout
The next day you wake
All over the news
Young girl killed herself
You instantly knew
The quiet one
They call him
The one they point to and laugh
Now they don’t understand him
His life turned to trash
Every night he goes home
And bleeds for her pain
He blames himself
For not saving her that day
 Raw_Chick · Thu Feb 28, 2008 @ 04:01am · 0 Comments |
