With every cut,
the sense of what's right slowly goes away.
With every dropp of blood,
you fade away.
Every time you're touched,
trust flies away.
With every i love you unspoken,
a piece of your heart is broken.
with every argument,
respect is lost.
with every last breakdown,
a piece of you is lost.
Who am i to say, what's wrong or right?
I just see a girl who is lost and broken.
None of this is her fault,
she didn't cause this.
Why must the good be,
the ones who get hurt?
She didn't want this,
she didn't cause this.
Everything around her,
caused her to wither.
She is so strong,
this will not kill her.
It's time to make stand,
against all the evil that pushes you around.
Leave all this behind.
A new beginning,
is in order.
This is your life,
rewrite the story.

Lucas Pate

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