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Written when a close friend was thought to have killed herself. |
| Verse One: Hanging in the air, as your mother stares. Your life has left, but this image will always be there. Verse Two: Hanging in the air, Now your mother cares. You've sharpened your razor for days to create a picture that will follow her everywhere. Verse Three: "Elizabeth, I feel your breath, as it slows down, your blood in rivers to the ground. "Your skin is cold, as I behold the misery I never took the time to see... |