It was just a story to tell
A part to play
A morbidly beautiful character
Suffering day upon day

She had cuts on her wrists
And satisfaction on her face
She lived in her own Hell
Wrapped tight in sorrows lace

She cries tears of black
Death lingers on her lips
She knows that no one's there
To catch her when she slips

Her long hair of ebony
Sways all around
She can hear the traffic below
And all the city sounds

Barefoot goddess
Standing on the edge
She closes her eyes
And jumps off the ledge

Cold pierces her body
As she takes one last breath
She lets go of her pain
As she falls to her death

Now it's all over
Through all the pain and tears
She rid herself of the suffering
She rid herself of the fears

But it's just a story to tell
A character to play
Or so I keep telling myself
Day upon day
 
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