But Now It’s Over


All those nights she spent crying under the stars,
But no one took a minute to second guess the scars.
In the summer heat she wore long sleeves and dark jeans,
No ever asked what it really means.

But she isn't the only one,
There is a boy down the street who has doing what shes done.
At school there eyes always seem to meet,
But never once do either say a thing.
Both lost in their own pain,
Both lost in want they're doing.

One day she lost so much blood it did more then leave stains,
Her eyes now dull as her life spilled out of her vains.
The word got out at school,
And the boy felt like a fool.
Why hadn't he spoken to her,
But now it's too late and and now it's over.

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