What good is a life, is a life without living?
A body hollowed out, from her constant giving
No one ever cared, no one ever listened,
So tonight tears run down her face and her eyes glisten
She holds the gun to her head, just waiting to pull the trigger
Hoping to erase the past, and find a purpose bigger
Her finger flexes,
And the bullet shoots out of the barrel,
Blood splatters her porcelain skin,
A hit,
Forever fatal
What good is a life, a life without living?
A body hollowed out, from her constant giving
Sep 19, 2012
Sep 19, 2012 at 11:00 PM UTC
What good is a life, is a life without living?
A body hollowed out, from her constant giving
No one ever cared, no one ever listened,
So tonight tears run down her face and her eyes glisten
She holds the gun to her head, just waiting to pull the trigger
Hoping to erase the past, and find a purpose bigger
Her finger flexes,
And the bullet shoots out of the barrel,
Blood splatters her porcelain skin,
A hit,
Forever fatal
What good is a life, a life without living?
A body hollowed out, from her constant giving
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