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Poor little emo, with her skin so scarred and pail
I know it wasn't an accident
You pushed yourself over that rail
You cut the marks into your arm
It wasn't the loose nail in the wall
You tried to warn them but they wouldn't listen at all
Poor little emo, with her skin so scarred and pail
She didn't make it when she pushed herself off the rail
I know it wasn't an accident
You pushed yourself over that rail
You cut the marks into your arm
It wasn't the loose nail in the wall
You tried to warn them but they wouldn't listen at all
Poor little emo, with her skin so scarred and pail
She didn't make it when she pushed herself off the rail
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