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(Dashes equal a beat)
I think of my life and I always wonder why -
every time I do, I always want to cry.
It's falling apart and sometimes I think I want to die -
this girl, a girl in red
she had smilled as she bled
whisppering to her soon to be fellow dead
she reaches for your face
her dead eyes shift to a dark glow as your tears start to flow
