Stretch her body make it perfect size
is all she ever fantasized
She'd find the one to love her right
if she was just herself enoughcause scars and marks are only dots and lines
She knew that she would be just fine
She'd never leave her soul behind
But choice was all she really hadEven if you're there
You're not anywhere
Lost between what's real and fake
You're drowning in the lakePerfect face made out of porcelain
She only cried in the rain
A pleasant presence in the room
She killed the thorns so she could bloomShe always had it all under control
She never hit a different road
She hid beneath her skin too well
But was she even really there?Even if you're there
You're not anywhere
Lost between what's real and fake
You're drowning in the lakeOn the hill behind her father's house
In between the lonely trees
A frozen lake has melted down
The tears were ice but now they're free
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Songs from the heart
PoéziaThese are songs from the heart of a girl who tried to express herself through music, defeat depression, and set herself free.