Silver Bullets

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Silver bullets
Rushing by
Dry your tears
Do not cry

Tears roll down
From cheek to chin
Well never see
Her smile ever again

She is weak
She is wrong
She crys everytime
She hears that song

Her soul's as dark
As a foggy night
Her heart's as cold
As a silent fright

Her head spinning
Round and round
Its like a ride
And she cant get down

Her feet on the chair
Thinking of her life
Wondering if she should hang herself
Or just use this knife

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