No one really knows,
No one really cares,
She locks herself in the bathroom,
Only she knows what's coming next.
She opens the drawer,
And pulls out scissors,
Puts the blade to her wrist,
And starts to slice.
Blood streams down her arm,
As the pain becomes numb,
She cuts too deep,
And screams out loud.
She drops the scissors,
And steps back,
Not knowing what to do,
With this bloody mess.
Reality sinks in,
As she grabs for a towel,
She puts it to her wound,
And starts to cry.
The towel becomes blood soaked,
As she gives up,
She's becoming weak,
And it's all her family's fault.
Her mother finds a note,
And runs for the door,
But it's much too late...
She's already gone.
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To be successful at anything, you have to have the guts to be hated.
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Broken bodies in a death rock dance hall, please be my partner.
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Seb (of Simple Plan): "Hello, my name is Sebastion Heffner. I'm wearing this robe right now because lots of naked women are coming... onto this rooftop. Thats what the whole videos about. Naked women on rooftops."
I want to believe...
I want to believe...
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Can Can, Can You Do The Kan Kan
Like Tomata Kan, Can?
Can You Do The Kan Kan
Oh, and the poem was pretty good, too!
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