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You can see the glow of her ciggeratte
In the darkness that surrounds her Shes all alone Except for the memories that haunt her You can see the pain in her eyes When she puts the ciggeratte to her lips You can hear the hurt in her tears When they fall from her cheeks Each memory falls to the ground With every tear that is cried It brings her past to life In which shes tried so hard to hide The death of her Grandpa All the fights with her dad Those lonely nights Where she wished she was dead When her heart was shattered By someone she loved She's tried so hard to pretend that shes fine But everything inside her has died All those times she was told That she didn't matter, she was nothing She made herself believe That she would never amount to anything Her tears fall harder now As her ciggeratte burns away She closes her eyes And tells herself again that she's ok!
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