| Listening to the voices in her head
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| Memorising all the things they said
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| All the arguments and fights
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| Crimson drops on the tip of her knife
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| Living in a world where no one cares
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| Lonely in her world too hard to bare
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| Carving hate into her skin
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| To relieve the pain she feels within
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| All the power placed within the knife
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| She will never pass the test of life
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| When she has no reason to survive
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| She will never pass the test of life
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| Driven by the need she feels inside
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| Covering the scars she wants to hide
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| Her addiction to self harm
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| Retracing healing wounds on her arm
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| Gently playing with the silver blade
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| Carving till the pain begins to fade
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| How can she settle for less
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| Smiling when the sharp blade meets the flesh
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| All the power placed within the knife
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| She will never pass the test of life
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| When she has no reason to survive
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| She will never pass the test of life
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| All the power placed within the knife
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| She will never pass the test of life
|
| When she has no reason to survive
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| She will never pass the test of life
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| All the power placed within the knife
|
| She will never pass the test of life
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| When she has no reason to survive
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| She will never pass the test of life |