There is something in her
She falls face first into the hole of grey
Down the hole away...
She says there is no use in praying
She says its just taking to the sky
Every day she writes all this stuff down
In her diary of pain
Why would she scream at the stars?
Or kill off the very best dreams?
It's been so long sence she has heard a song...
It has been raining over her head for years
If the darkness rules over her life
And if she thinks about loving rules
It will be all in her diary of pain
She cries over her tiny heart
I want to meet her life
Read her eyes of hazel
And grasp her hands forever
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