She sits in her
corner
singing her self to sleep
wraped in all of the promices
that no one seems to keep
she no longer cries to herself
no tears left to wash away
just diarys of empty pages
feelings gone astray.
singing her self to sleep
wraped in all of the promices
that no one seems to keep
she no longer cries to herself
no tears left to wash away
just diarys of empty pages
feelings gone astray.
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