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She is still young...
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Another day of emptiness
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This life is wearing her down
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The room around her is a mess
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Her children safe with her mom
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She is still young but feeling old
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Two children with different fathers
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She sits on the bathroom floor alone
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The shower chain broke
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Her neck hurts
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Then another night of emptiness to wear her down
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Naked to the world she wraps her sadness in a gown
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Her children fast asleep she sears the dark with glassy eyes
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Choosing carefully among her husband's business ties
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"Over!" she cries through rope ends and silk ties
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Beautiful life escaping her young blue eyes
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But life holds her hand, refusing to let go
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Leaving her breathing on the floor
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They're still asleep don't hear her cry
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And she's still obsessed with rope ends
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This time she picks a stronger tie
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With Winnie the Pooh and friends
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She is still young but feeling old
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A child dying to be a mother
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Now she hangs from the ceiling all alone
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All pressure is falling from her
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Seeing guilt has taught her guilt she's raised on disbelief
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Merely twenty beautiful but with a taste for grief
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She has learnt all that there is to know about hopelessness
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Seeing that no effort in this world can stand her test
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"Over!" she cries through rope ends and silk ties
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Beautiful life escaping her young blue eyes
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And Winnie is strong, would never let her fall
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Prevents her from breathing till she's not there at all
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But life holds her hands, refusing to let go
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Leaving her breathing on the floor
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[Johan Hallgren]
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[Daniel Gildenlow]
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Seeing guilt has taught her guilt she's raised on disbelief
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Merely twenty beautiful but with a taste for grief
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She has learnt all that there is to know about helplessness
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Seeing that no caring in this world can ease her stress
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Helpless she lies in rope ends and undies
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Unseeing eyes fixating Eeyore's smile
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"Over!" she cries as she's going unblind
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Still in this life
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Still in this troubled mind
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The ceiling let go, the old house let her fall
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Dropping her breathing to the hard cold floor
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Hitting her head - a broken china soul
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Red stains on porcelain and she's not there at all
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Breathing she cries for rope ends and silk ties
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Beautiful eyes Piglet stands shy behind
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Broken she lies undead and unblind
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Beautiful life
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Beautiful crying young eyes
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Blackened and bruised, learning how to see
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Staring at her tooth - crimsoned ivory
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Hours they pass this broken china soul
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Red stains on porcelain
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And she's not there at all...
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Rope Ends
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| PAIN OF SALVATION |
