Whats going for me now,
Is everyone just look apon me with regret,
Who is this girl,
What is this girl,
Why is she here?
Some outsiders would take my heart,
Protect it from those quesions,
And I feel so dead,
My heart in a box,
My piano fallen to take it in,
Blood splatters,
Not like it really matters,
I never really got to taste life,
So how can I be addicted?
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