One through Nine
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Four of which were mine
Three of the other
And two of hers
Etched into our memory where they constantly stir.
Defeated and broken
She feels no gain
Full of spite
And full of pain
Her heart is enraged
And her mind is the same
She doesn’t understand
The way the honorable played his game
She kept her hopes high
She kept pushing through
She doesn’t understand the judgment
Because in his heart the honorable knew
He took pieces from her life
Her heart and her soul
He put thoughts into her memory
That make her stop cold
I can’t help but think
Its my fault they were there
Up on the stand
raising their right hand
The other girls I know they hurt
If only they knew
That I also hurt for them
because of what i put them through
One through nine
Four of which were mine
Three of the other
And two of hers
Etched into our memory where they constantly stir.
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