She spoke such pretty little lies
That hypnotized 
Oneself to bend at will
Slowly became to wilt
Like a rose without water
The beauty of red
Began to shed
Into a shattered brown
Cut down 
Till there was nothing left
But a dead rose
And it's thorns.

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I saw the scars on your arm
And wondered
The story
If you needed somebody
Felt lonely?
Like nobody cared
I'd still be there
If you'd let me
Because there's a story
And I'd listen
To the words you speak
The sarcastic remarks
Tongue in cheek
The sadness behind the eyes
A friendship compromised
Something behind the silence
Word's never spoken
Connection's are hard to find
I tend to ...

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