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Just something about a person going agasint themselfs |
She stares out the window As rain pour down non stop Wondering why the sun doesn't come visit Dyeing to see a welcoming person Trap in a place she created A land that was once filled with beauty Now has rusted and decayed A place with nothing but the most optimistic people Not a soul walks with use to be streets She falls to the ground So tired but to young to be She yell's I can't quit But the house begins to rumble Making her hit the wall The door opens, she slowly walks out Headed lowered Looking for a friend but no one in sight Wondering when she'll get it right She walks straight into the fog Raises her hands Saying its not over now The rain comes harder She runs under a bridge But it can't protect her The wind throws her into a near by tree Her body is badly damage She manages to get up Returning to the place she came from Knives come flying One manages to go in her side She screams in pain Vision blurred But she yells The first step is always the hardest Punishing yourself want help Nothing left in her She lies dying on the floor A girl walks through the door Lifts her head up Just as the rain stops Healing her wounds Saying we got to get back to wonderland We got to stop fighting The sun shines after every storm |