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she used to sing
sometimes happy
and even flowers turned to listen
and they grew big and tall
but her voice no longer bounces
off these nostalgic walls
her songs splintered through the winter
when she remembered she was alone
singing oceans deep
how she stopped the world
how she made us weep
sometimes she would choke
when her heart got stuck in her throat
our vision a tearful blur
watching her
her neck looking overstrained
desperate
trying to release her pain
no one in the room with a dry eye
as she begged through song, cried "why?"
now
now she works for the man
with a gun in her hand
drinks herself to sleep
smokes 2 packs a day
lies that she's okay
songs and emotions buried
deep inside her shoved
her flowers die
watered but unloved
