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One More Time...
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The air was damp and smelled of bile,
The perfect place for a dying soul
She hid behind a plastic smile,
Pretending everything was under control
Months passed by, she'd stay at home
Adding new scars everyday
She'd get high, all alone
Too blind to see herself fade away
She thought everything
Would be just fine
Thinking to herself,
Just one more time
Just one more time,
I'll puke up my guts
Just one more pill,
Just one more cut
Just one more drink,
Just one more shot
Liquor and drugs
Are all I've got
Her eyes were black,
Her bones were weak
Each day got harder
To even speak
Years passed by, and she grew older
She still tries to get away
She lived a lie, her days grew colder
Breathing one less breath each day
Still thinking
Everything was fine
Still saying to herself,
Just one more time
Just one more finger down my throat,
Just one more needle in my vein
Just one more bump, just one more line
Just one more time to ease the pain
Just one more time, I'll hurt myself
My reflection is only here to taunt me
Just on more time, I'll starve myself
Just one more time to make him want me
Too busy trying
To be perfect
She couldn't see
It wasn't worth it
Constant vomitting,
And telling herself lies
Needle holes,
And bloodshot eyes
Alcohol,
A knife, and strife
Are all she ever
Knew in life
Her doctor told her she needed help
But she insisted she didn't need any
Eventually, she killed herself
One more time was one too many
The perfect place for a dying soul
She hid behind a plastic smile,
Pretending everything was under control
Months passed by, she'd stay at home
Adding new scars everyday
She'd get high, all alone
Too blind to see herself fade away
She thought everything
Would be just fine
Thinking to herself,
Just one more time
Just one more time,
I'll puke up my guts
Just one more pill,
Just one more cut
Just one more drink,
Just one more shot
Liquor and drugs
Are all I've got
Her eyes were black,
Her bones were weak
Each day got harder
To even speak
Years passed by, and she grew older
She still tries to get away
She lived a lie, her days grew colder
Breathing one less breath each day
Still thinking
Everything was fine
Still saying to herself,
Just one more time
Just one more finger down my throat,
Just one more needle in my vein
Just one more bump, just one more line
Just one more time to ease the pain
Just one more time, I'll hurt myself
My reflection is only here to taunt me
Just on more time, I'll starve myself
Just one more time to make him want me
Too busy trying
To be perfect
She couldn't see
It wasn't worth it
Constant vomitting,
And telling herself lies
Needle holes,
And bloodshot eyes
Alcohol,
A knife, and strife
Are all she ever
Knew in life
Her doctor told her she needed help
But she insisted she didn't need any
Eventually, she killed herself
One more time was one too many
© 2005 - 2024 ash-interrupted
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That was fantastic!!!