This is the story of a girl who sits in the dark room,
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Wondering what's to become of her.
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Her makeup is smeared and blood fills her dark heart,
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The addiction is slowly sinking in.
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With bloodshot eyes, she starts hallucinating,
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The track marks fading from her arms.
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She's as white as the snowfall,
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And she's clung to the ceiling.
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Dancing dirty needles broke the tip off in her skin,
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The promises and false hopes are injected in her veins.
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It's almost Armageddon as she falls to the floor,
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Guilt straight affliction, now comatose.
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Emptiness, (In her head)
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She feels the room spin, (She forgets)
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Somebody call a doctor, (Her reason)
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We need an ambulance. (For living)
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Trapped in this black hole, (Never killed the beauty queen)
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Abandoned, alone. (Never killed the beauty queen)
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And I'm here for you.
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I am so sick, I am so sick.
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I am so fucking sick of this.
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The roses are red, violets are blue,
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These petals fall like tears.
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The petals fall...
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Her pictures worth a thousand words,
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So light it up and watch it burn,
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(Ash to ash, lust to dust)
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Strike a match, incinerate, feel the flames of suffering.
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Dancing dirty needles broke the tip off in her skin,
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The promises and false hopes are injected in her veins.
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It's almost Armageddon as she falls to the floor,
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Guilt straight affliction, now comatose.
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Emptiness, (In her head)
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She feels the room spin, (She forgets)
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Somebody call a doctor, (Her reason)
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We need an ambulance. (For living)
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Sick, as she smiles,
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One last goodbye, this girl she cried so hard.
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Broken bones, but I can't help her,
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She's too far gone, (Apocolips) she soon will die.
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This love, (This love)
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This love. (This love)
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This love and I can't let her go for her, my body and soul.
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This love, (This love)
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This love. (This love)
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This love and I can't let her go for her, my body and soul.
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Apocolips
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Motionless In White |