This girl sits down and weeps at night,
She weeps because it feels so right.
The same ol' song repeats itself,
Tons of thoughts run across her mind,
Sometimes she even think about death.

This girl is everything to the world,
Her heart and soul...
around in the wind they both twirl.
If you touch her,
You can really feel the warmth of her blood,
Her skin...O god...
It is so soft and it feels so good.
Her tears at night really means a lot,
But there's no telling why she's distraught.

This young girl is like a bird,
In her heart, she wants to fly away.
She has this trapped illness in her body,
The sadness she feels,
is probably causing it.
The same ol' song is still repeating itself,
Before this girl lay down her sweet head,
She takes one big final deep breath.
 
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