Gothic girl

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Lisa W

 

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October 12, 2013

 

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University

 

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Your face, shows the pain, No one tells it like you do, And you share your belief, but no one sees you The pain trembling on your lips, You body acing, You try to run but no where to hide, for the forgiveness you desire Pretty gothic on the side of the road the Shadows fall upon you but you still not heard You where brought up in this mess, But your wrists I must confess Have seen the blade of that razor a few times, Your lipstick faded smiles shields your lies You don’t know where to go and hide, The taunts and laughs from, your, past Pretty gothic girl You wake up from the nightmare, The ghostly figure still waiting to share your secrets your lies the anger I find You in side the walls of hell trying to break out but, it’s to well, Inside of you, are those who you once loved but it proves to us that you can’t trust the outside? Pretty gothic girl, for daddy to break too many promises, and didn’t even want to know you, it shows you, and the best people you love are the ones that left you, Pretty gothic girl you no its over, the time has come to meet you maker, And what’s done is done, You may say that you act older but you’re really not your trying to tell people that you’re the one they forgot, Threw the windows and a smashed up looking glass you see the person, when you take off your mask, you cry your self to sleep, trying not to wake anyone, all you want is that feeling you get when people hold you, Pretty gothic girl the world is at you fingers I would kill anyone who tried to hurt you, The blade is once more brought up to your skin and as the blood drips from you unbreakable sins, you cling on to hope, that my b your future, Your the one who hurt those people is what you tell your self, you’re not the one, They are Pretty gothic girl and once again those kids next door push your head but against that hard brick wall as your head beats down on the concrete ground and your eyes close for another time, will this be the end or will this be one of those times you wake to see your mother beside you in the hospital bed holding you hand, telling you she loves you, but then you black out remembering all the times she forgot you leaving you at home, with you abusive dad, your heart beats harder and you wake up with a bright light upon you as you see this is the end of you life as you said before it would be better to end it all, Pretty Gothic girl you’re beautiful, you are my friend, And as I stand by you grave I no this isn’t good bye as, that blade you had upon your skin, is now in my mind, and as my door closes and I tell my family I love them, a tear rolls down my check, and I take it to my throat, and I hear my heart beat, and end it with a razor blade kiss...
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Your face, shows the pain, No one tells it like you do, And you share your belief, but no one sees you The pain trembling on your lips, You body acing, You try to run but no where to hide, for the forgiveness you desire Pretty gothic on the side of the road the Shadows fall upon you but you still not heard You where brought up in this mess, But your wrists I must confess Have seen the blade of that razor a few times, Your lipstick faded smiles shields your lies You don’t know where to go and hide, The taunts and laughs from, your, past Pretty gothic girl You wake up from the nightmare, The ghostly figure still waiting to share your secrets your lies the anger I find You in side the walls of hell trying to break out but, it’s to well, Inside of you, are those who you once loved but it proves to us that you can’t trust the outside? Pretty gothic girl, for daddy to break too many promises, and didn’t even want to know you, it shows you, and the best people you love are the ones that left you, Pretty gothic girl you no its over, the time has come to meet you maker, And what’s done is done, You may say that you act older but you’re really not your trying to tell people that you’re the one they forgot, Threw the windows and a smashed up looking glass you see the person, when you take off your mask, you cry your self to sleep, trying not to wake anyone, all you want is that feeling you get when people hold you, Pretty gothic girl the world is at you fingers I would kill anyone who tried to hurt you, The blade is once more brought up to your skin and as the blood drips from you unbreakable sins, you cling on to hope, that my b your future, Your the one who hurt those people is what you tell your self, you’re not the one, They are Pretty gothic girl and once again those kids next door push your head but against that hard brick wall as your head beats down on the concrete ground and your eyes close for another time, will this be the end or will this be one of those times you wake to see your mother beside you in the hospital bed holding you hand, telling you she loves you, but then you black out remembering all the times she forgot you leaving you at home, with you abusive dad, your heart beats harder and you wake up with a bright light upon you as you see this is the end of you life as you said before it would be better to end it all, Pretty Gothic girl you’re beautiful, you are my friend, And as I stand by you grave I no this isn’t good bye as, that blade you had upon your skin, is now in my mind, and as my door closes and I tell my family I love them, a tear rolls down my check, and I take it to my throat, and I hear my heart beat, and end it with a razor blade kiss...
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