| She is isolated
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| Hidden from our world
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| The lack of daylight makes her insane
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| She’s locked inside a dungeon
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| No windows, no fresh air
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| Freedom is just an illusion to her
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| Stains of blood on the walls
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| Screams out loud, no one hears
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| There’s no one who can rescue her
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| So many years in despair have twisted her mind
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| The world outside doesn’t exist to her
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| Has no vision at all
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| Can’t see a reason to live
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| Friends have lost all their hope
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| Of seeing her alive
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| She’s a prisoner
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| Hidden from our world
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| A psychopath rules her life
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| Stains of blood on the walls
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| Screams out loud, no one hears
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| There’s no one who can rescue her
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| So many years in despair have twisted her mind
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| The world outside doesn’t exist to her
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| Screams out loud
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| No one hears
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| There’s no one who can rescue her
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| She’s suffering in silence
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| Stains of blood on the walls
|
| Screams out loud, no one hears
|
| There’s no one who can rescue her
|
| So many years in despair have twisted her mind
|
| The world outside doesn’t exist to her
|
| Stains of blood on the walls
|
| Screams out loud, no one hears
|
| There’s no one who can rescue her
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| So many years in despair have twisted her mind
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| The world outside doesn’t exist to her |