Teenage girl with long brown hair,
a vacant wide eyed stair,
shes always spacing out,
no one knows what she thinks about,
her notebooks her best friend,
cause when the days at an end,
its the one she confides in,
the one her thoughts subside in,
different pain on every page,
only gettin' worse with age,
she sits up half the night crying,
every night she feels like dieing,
cause with every bruise she hides,
she dies a little more inside,
thinking of the one who user her,
thinking of the one who abused her,
[Chorus]
Cause she just can't take it,
her heart can't make it,
he balls his fist,
with one more hit,
she has had enough,
she is mad, but,
she stands strong,
finally time for her to move on,
in the end,
she is better,
cause he just doesn't matter.
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