Her voice cuts through the walls Rings through everything that's hollow These bitter words recall All that's left and hard to swallow She was always good for nothing when the good broke bad All she's got to lose is everything she never had Every back turned to her We put her down in a shallow grave She wears a dress like a body bag every day And this way she won't have to run away And she can keep her regrets at bay every day Her blood runs hot to cold Always breaking while she borrows Her favors bought and sold She lives like she's dead tomorrow Just another reason looking for the next 'because' Just another has-been wishing that she never was Every back turned to her Tomorrow's not a new day Or time to think things through As patience starts to fall away A day can feel like two When we gave her a new face The past was out of view She never fooled us Because she could never fool herself
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