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The girl you never knew
You castrate your soul ever so slowly,
Cutting yourself short and running down your minds dark halls
She wades in confusion, her thoughts unholy,
Drowning herself in cheap thrills and menthols
Can she wait forever?
No her body cant last
Her life constantly fading,
Relinquishing fast
If you want her at all you must save her soon,
Any class she may have disappears with the moon
Self respect, ha, a distant dream,
Her thoughts as pure as her tainted bloodstream
Any man might turn their backs on such a train wreck of a girl,
But you, you know better, you know what you've unfurled
Because you're not ignorant, oh no, not you
Why, you're as sharp as the needle you cause her to shoot
You're as elegant as every fleeting tattoo
Purer than a church pew
Can't you see what you do?
To the girl you never really knew
Cause she was once a dove, happy and free,
And then she met you, she gave you her key,
She put all her trust in a man she barely knew,
But you hate yourself to much to admit it was you,
You couldn't possibly mean enough to illicit real love,
So what did you do? You held her above,
And you let her drop, you ignored her cries,
Still, you let her fall, watching tears in her eyes,
Because you're still the only one who knows the real girl,
The girl dying inside with each gentle curl,
So hurry, if you care for her life,
Give her something to show, for her blood on her knife
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