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she cries and whines what isn't right is wrong she drinks the problems down'till the last drop is gone she remembers her country so clear though she's so young roaming the streets'till a best friend ends with a gun and then when she moved into this town years and years ahead she could never forget the blood her friend had shed and so she found the bottles her mom had hid and played the game her daddy played no one knew, though she was just a kid fell for a boy who needed to fix the world so he tried to fix the problems she drowned in, a river  which flows too fast but no matter how hard he tried she cried and cried when he wanted to fix her she only denied he grew impatient, wanted to leave"please just stay!" her eyes would plead and he refused, her emotional insanity had driven him wild the only help she recieved, she ruined threatened to end her life, if he left too ignited the flame with sadness in her heart she turns to the bottles, weakness rewinds to the start
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Feb 26, 2010
Feb 26, 2010 at 1:36 PM UTC
Past Problems, help refused
she cries and whines what isn't right is wrong she drinks the problems down'till the last drop is gone she remembers her country so clear though she's so young roaming the streets'till a best friend ends with a gun and then when she moved into this town years and years ahead she could never forget the blood her friend had shed and so she found the bottles her mom had hid and played the game her daddy played no one knew, though she was just a kid fell for a boy who needed to fix the world so he tried to fix the problems she drowned in, a river  which flows too fast but no matter how hard he tried she cried and cried when he wanted to fix her she only denied he grew impatient, wanted to leave"please just stay!" her eyes would plead and he refused, her emotional insanity had driven him wild the only help she recieved, she ruined threatened to end her life, if he left too ignited the flame with sadness in her heart she turns to the bottles, weakness rewinds to the start
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Feb 26, 2010
Feb 26, 2010 at 1:36 PM UTC
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