A Paper To Scribble.
Do you reckon the silence in her eyes will find a beautiful song to sing? Do you think the shining loneliness in her eyes will find a home and her lips will turn a different direction and she'll learn to smile?
Her days passed, the dull grew into her skin and camouflaged as her own.
You didn't turn around to save her dying soul. A still form it turned, you'll never see her smile like she means it. A beautiful story of red faded to black.
You didn't catch her when she fell.
She fell into the spires of steel and died bleeding, calling out your name.
*You have the nerve to look me into the eyes and lie*
Her days passed, the dull grew into her skin and camouflaged as her own.
You didn't turn around to save her dying soul. A still form it turned, you'll never see her smile like she means it. A beautiful story of red faded to black.
You didn't catch her when she fell.
She fell into the spires of steel and died bleeding, calling out your name.
*You have the nerve to look me into the eyes and lie*
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