She doesn't go there anymore Afraid of what she might find Triggers of the blade, that's all it was She would read somebody's ways And get scary ideas about how she would kill herself There is no reason for it anymore Perhaps a saddness just grows in her heart She can't get rid of it and I hate yesterday And I hate tomrrow and I rarely and even stand now So she doesn't go there anymore Too damned afraid of what she might find...Birth sign: Libra
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