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| Walking through the coridoor, everyone falls silent, could this be the same sure girl? the one that looks so violent? Walking throught the coridoor, eyes so scared and whild, whishes she could run and hide, forever stay a child. Walking through the classroom door, everyone now stares, thought are running through their minds, but none of them cares, Walking through the classroom door, if only they knew, everything she suffered for, the pain that she went through. Sitting in the silent room, all eyes upon her face, thinking of the memories, she wishes would erase, Sitting in the silent room, frames flash straight through her mind, tears are burning in her eyes, she keeps them all behind. Whishing for the time to pass, she can go a place thats safe, visions dancing in her mind, now all thats left is faith, Whishing for the time to pass, untill the final bell, people asking questions now, she lie's and says she fell. Stumbles through another day, yet another lie, looking to the world ashamed, away she wants to fly, Stumbles through another day, knowing she will cope, whishing she could tell the world, but she knows she wont. The bell now rings, she looks up alarmed, she must go home, but she will be harmed, The bell now rings, teachers ask if she's allright, only she stands dead still, her eyes are full of fright. Walking back through the door, follows thee path home, pictures of her fathers fist, causing her to moan, Walking back through the door, nothing is allright, but she's guna make them good, she'll hide within the night. Walking through the coradoor, everything is fine, fathers fist has left her mind, she can see the suns bright shine, Walking through the coradoor, everything's allright, cause she made her final choice, to hide within the night. Waiting for the day to end, leaving life behind, ignoring her closest friend, acting like she's blind, Waiting for the day to end, know's she'll never cope, everything she said's a lie, everything she wrote. |
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