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She's had a bad time with all that
She's had a pretty shitty life, herself I see her cry and I want to wipe the tears away But all I can do is watch as her fears hold sway and I kill myself a million times inside a moonlit knife flashing a million times alive Steal the breath from your lungs in a kiss a million times whispered, a million times reminisced It all gets to me daily, and I see the risk a million times squandered, and now I'm getting pissed I know I'm not good enough to save her soul I don't believe I ever will be But It's better to die holding someone up than hunched and broken, crying on one knee
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