Half asleep, half awake Yes we've all been there You've let it pass She couldn't, what for? The wind roared at her skin Tearing the wounds farther apart She fights back the betrayal Betrayal welling up in her eyes. Would he turn back to see, As the screams peirce through his skin? Would he even blink, When her tears drop into his eyes? When all is said and done Would her tears even matter? So when it rains downon her She lets herself bleed The rain washes it off Deeper than her cuts it seeps Cleanses hee soul, Letting nothing but her heart remain She has made her choice A choice to be HAPPY
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