look at this
Look at this, what do you see
look at her, look real close
you see the faint red little lines
she will act surprised, and lie
oh that is was my cat
yea I am fine just another lie
but those who don't know her
shall nave know the truth
she sits alone crying
her parents will not know
till it is too late
that deep inside she was yelling
yelling for help
crying, screaming for help
no one knows what she is going through
the cuts the lies the screams inside it is not until tonight
everyone will now her whole life was a lie
when it was ended by the tip of a silver blade
the one that made the cuts
now she lies with the ones before her
they say their goodbyes act to cry
but we all know they where big whits lies
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