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I see a girl across the street
who walks without a shadow
her eyes is full of emptiness
as she wallow on her sorrow.

each and every single day
she walks down old hampy way
pale and skinny, lifeless she is
broken and filled with sorrow.

I could not fathom what she hides inside
its way too deep to derive
she's empty and full of cries
and her closet's full of sorrow.

each and every single lie
she lives and tried to survive
no matter how pain thrust her heart and mind
she willed to breathe and be alive.

I look at her in every way
trying to trace a single ache
but I saw all I need
her eyes is filled with griefs.

each time I catch her losing grip
she'll wake herself and slap a bit
and with each word she tells herself
I know it somehow, she'll win herself.

but...
on november21 twenty and four
I watch her at a distance
as they takes her body away.

I began to realize that time
of why she commit that crime
I began to realize that time
I could have been just by her side.

each tears I cried,
now is worthless and dry.
no matter how much I regret
nothing can bring her back to life.

eighteen years she tried to live
eighteen years full of griefs,
nobody wants her, nobody care,
though I was there, I could not reach out to her.

but what hurt me most,
is what she left for me,
a note full of thanks,
yet filled with tears.. and blood.