The fire in his eyes
Of the guilty sort
As she cries

Sitting on her bed
Curled up in a ball
Covering her head

Tears streaming down her face
Her long brown hair in a mess
Mistakes she wish she could erase

No one’s there to save her
She has no one in her life
No one cares to claim her

Only he recognizes the pain
He knows what he has done
Only he can take the blame

 
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