| She can talk for hours
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| words don’t cover the scars.
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| She thinks she’s crazy,
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| but they’ve just pushed her too far.
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| She runs to the mirror
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| Only savior she’s known
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| Another slap on her face
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| Cause nobody’s home.
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| Mother’s always working
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| Slinging beer on the side.
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| Her dad’s watching TV
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| And he’s still getting high.
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| She knows he’ll be waiting
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| Tryin to get her alone.
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| She hangs out on the corner
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| Cause nobody’s home.
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| All she ever wanted
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| was a place on this earth
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| She shouts for a savior
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| For anyone to hear her
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| All she ever needed
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| Was hope in a world
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| In a world where she feels all alone
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| cause nobody’s home
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| She cries for attention
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| Hanging on by a thread.
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| She can’t stop the screaming
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| going on in her head.
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| Tears on the pillow
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| These are things she won’t miss
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| Nothing to believe in So it comes down to this.
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| Blood on the mirror,
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| Temptation is bliss.
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| Pills on the table,
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| She just couldn’t resist.
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| Now nobody’s home.
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| All she ever wanted
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| was a place on this earth
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| She shouts for a savior
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| For anyone to hear her
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| All she ever needed
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| Was hope in a world
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| In a world where she feels all alone
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| cause nobody’s home. |