Don't know how she got in so deeply
Now she's looking for her way out
Eyes are looking a little empty
Less space for hope and more room
for doubt
She ask herself the same question,
she ask herself everyday
Will tomorrow she have the power
to give this all away

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Strength, it's a funny thing
You never realize how much you
really need
Until you finally let go of the very thing
that makes you weak

Lucky Strikes in her back pocket
Bites her nail when she walks by
You can always tell when she's
been drinkin'
She likes to talk but wants no reply
It's the seventh day she forgot to shave,
and her roots are growing black like tar
Room 213 where she sleeps all day,
and sinks deep in numbness with no
regard

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She sips some coffee for inspiration
She takes it like a cup of life
Swallows down the bitterness and
decides to crack the pain open wide
She pulls up the shade to release the
strangle, and dares the light to burn
her face
In hopes to provoke the silence that's
been much too loud anyway

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