Amour


I am a girl
Who knows another girl
She lives in another world
We may resemble, but yet
She is a little disassembled
It's a slur when she talks
It's a blur when she walks
So she stays inside and she writes all night
Until life is no more
My amour

She put a knife to her heart; it left a scar
I asked her why she did it
She stopped and admitted
She prayed to God for the sin she committed
She said whenever she wrote, the words spoke
And they told her in such vulgarity
That hate and lust was a must
Now when she opens her eyes there is no life
There is only black and white
It is only her and the sky
It's always dark in our hearts
I wonder why.

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