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I called her Monday on the phone |
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To tell her change was needed and |
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We should move on |
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To say the least she wasn't down |
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She came over screaming |
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Juxtaposing sound |
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I tried to shove her out the door |
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She took a swing at me then hit the floor |
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Upon the blade that she had hid |
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Behind her back. Such a wild attack |
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Just like her to turn an accident to tragedy |
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She won't stop bleeding |
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I went and shut off both the phones |
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I turned off all the lights inside my tiny room |
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I sat and listened to her bleed |
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But not out of malice, simply out of shock |
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I guess I must've been asleep |
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The sound of falling silverware destroyed my peace |
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I found her slipping across the floor |
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A red, sticky demon with a mouth still a' screamin' |
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A meat tenderizer to the head, and now she's down |
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GO |
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She won't stop bleeding |
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Consequences are an adult facet of life |
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Little sweetie grew up quickly |
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By the blade of her own knife |
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She won't stop bleeding |
