There is a girl on a bench
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She sits alone
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And look at the void
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She didn't go to school today either
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She feels alone
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Listening to music
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Music listens to her
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When the rest of the world ignores it
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But she doesn't console herself
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And every time after lunch
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She ties her hair
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She sticks a toothbrush down her throat
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But no, it doesn't work
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The more it goes on, the worse it gets
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Kneeling in front of the toilet
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She doesn't get excited
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He laughs to pretend
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But when she cries then she is spontaneous
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Her mother behaves
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As if she were his age
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And sometimes, sometimes she's ridiculous
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The father was a great man
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But in too small a life
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He is depressed is not
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More part of the family
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He doesn't give a shit about his daughter
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Lying on top of the bed
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As she stifles the screams
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She hates herself, because she doesn't find
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The courage to pretend
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Look at the rain and cry
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Attention seeking
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Torn apart by indifference
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About her About her parents
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She doesn't know how to get out of it
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He writes in his diary
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That's when she dies
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She will be the only grave without flowers
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The only tomb without flowers
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And for you
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That I never leave you
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And to have you back here
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And I placed two white roses
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Above your photo
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A crown of thorns
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I'll put her on your troubles
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Which are mine now
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There is a boy at the stop
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Waiting for the terminus
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You look around
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Her life of him is a constant struggle
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That's where she sighs
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Exchange your gaze
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With a girl sitting on a bench
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But then she turns around, nah
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She wishes her best friend died
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Actually a former best friend
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That son of a bitch cheated on him
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Her mother is convinced he is a failure
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She blames him for all his mistakes
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To point the finger at him
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Then then she locks herself in the bedroom
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The pain that tears him apart
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Feel the fire of anguish
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Carbonize his soul
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And she doesn't cry
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You know how much tears cost
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She learned from her father
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That emotions don't show themselves
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And every night
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Stays with the anxiety of sleeping
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He has absurd nightmares
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His subconscious of hers goes wild
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It is hatred that poisons him
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Fear of failing
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Too much pressure
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He fears his back will break
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He doesn't believe in anything
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He feels unambitious
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It is like a flower
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Without smell and without its colors
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He doesn't know how to get out of it
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He writes in his diary of him, that when he dies
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He will be the only grave without flowers
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I felt the need
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To use this flow
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As if I were talking to you
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As if it were you and me alone
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One in front of the other
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Because I know what you are feeling
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I came here to tell you
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That right now
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Now that you are destroyed
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That you have the opportunity to rebuild everything
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From scratch
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Look who I am and see who I was
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You can do what you want if you really believe in it
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And don't think about others
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No who the fuck are the others?
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Promise me not to let him stop you
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And go, do it now
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I believe in you Why
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You are not alone
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You are just unique
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The sun rises in the east
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Set where
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In your eyes, it rains
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Of the sun around you
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I have the proof
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The light does not, it dies
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The light does not, it dies
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The light does not, it dies
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The light does not, it dies |