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Another life is going to waste.
Something's gone wrong again today,
Pretty kid took out a blade again,
Her conscious left, faded away,
Yet left her able to play on her
Xylophone rib cage.
In her sleep, she thrashes,
And when she's awake, she cuts
To prove to herself that she
Is still alive
Oh, won't someone help her?
No one helps her.