This Girl
This girl with the I / eye makeup with the reddish hair
she's in there
somewhere
I'm going to find her
and bring her back
Can't let her breathe her last
She is not the same girl
not the girl with a past
A woman now for many years
war paint splattered her darkest fears
Buried deep in darkness for so many years
Eyeliner ran from all her tears
You asked for her
But she was on vacation
But once she returns
You may visit her
No need for an invitation
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