High

by Poppy   Dec 28, 2004


Tears fell from her pale white face,
The sun shone in her ice blue eyes.
The music played to loud to hear,
Anything but her sobs.

Someday it'll all be over
One day we are gonna be free,
So when you're close to tears remember
It’ll all be over one day.

Out the knives came,
Open her wrist was,
The blood covered the floor,
Her tears dried in the sun.

She had no one to say,
it'll be over soon,
no one to tell her about how,
One day we're gonna get so high.

One day it will be better,
Some day it will be all over,
Soon we will be free,
One day, some day very soon.

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