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She sits in the doorway smoking a cigarette,
turn the dimmer switch on her thinking time, all she wants is to forget.
Open windows and doors available for her to make a quick escape,
she doesn't want to remember the one she used to hate.

Her eyes are full of sadness so vacant and so blue,
wanting somewhere to hide so as not to be found, for it not to be true.
She can't cry herself to sleep cos still the demons come,
she doesn't understand the place where her world has come undone.

She hugs her knees to her the closest she'll get to physical contact
falling deeper into the blackness of her mind, no way to climb back.
Her dress of false identity for which she wears so well
in the corners of her prison she has created her own hell.

Arms wrapped tightly around herself, the nearest she'll get to touch,
she holds her knees and rocks herself, never realising she'd miss it so much.
She wants to have a drink but she's afraid she'll never stop
the seconds tick, the minutes have gone but there are no hands on the clock.

She wants you to hold her but she's afraid to even ask.
She wants you to take her for as long as it will last.
If you touch her now she'll melt for you so mould her as you wish.
If you touch her now she'll melt for you so silence her with a kiss.

"We read to know we are not alone" a remembered line she once read.
Passion she needs to feel cos in her mind she feels she's dead.
If you gave her the chance for just one night, believe me she'd rock your world,
for she can dance like a woman but inside keeps the innocence of a girl.