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Next Day, Next Song

This song/peom i wrote last night while i was sitting up late watching my favourite dvd...BASIL BRUSH. How i could write a song like this while i was watching a basil brush dvd i have no idea, but the words just came to my head. I dont like this one as much as my others, but i still like it alot.

Lonely Girl:

The lonely girl sat and waited alone
She knew what she'd find if she went back home
Mother and father screaming hurtful phrases
Caused the lonely girl to find comfort in her faithful old razors.

Somehow the girl knew what she was doing was wrong
But this time she was the singer and this was her song...

The lonely girl sat and sliced at her skin
She finally felt complete, a stirring from within
It soon became a passion to make herself bleed
And unlike her parents the blade satisfied her needs.

Somehow the girl knew what she was doing was wrong
But this time she was the singer and this was her song...

The lonely girl sat and tried to dry her tears
The fighting, the cutting, it'd been hapenning for years
It was all too much, surely it soon would end
Where was the gaurdian angel god was meant to send?

Somehow the girl knew what she was doing was wrong
But this time she was the singer and this was her song...

The lonely girl sat and looked at the lady
She was meant to help..So maybe, just maybe
She could help her with the eerie obsessions
Would she listen seriously to her deep, dark confessions?

Somehow the girl knew what she was doing was wrong
But this time she was the singer and this was her song...

The lonley girl sat hopeless once again
The lady didnt help, the gardian angel never did send
This was her time to finally break free
No matter how much she tried no-one could ever see

Somehow the girl knew what she was doing was wrong
But this time she was the singer and this was her song...

The lonely mother sat on the pew in the church
she couldnt find a reason no matter how hard she did search
Tears rolled down her cheeks and she finally began to understand
It was all her fault, she never took her hand.

Somehow the girl knew what she doing was wrong
But this time she was the singer and this was her song...
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