A world full of grey, i am the prey Joy comes, joys goes Joy dies, nobody knows Just a wounded girl, a wounded heart Wounded mind, wounded scars I try move on, but im stuck with the past The past that didnt last Im haunted, because ive allowed myself to get hurt To get burnt To get turned into someone i never wanted to be Am i evev a someone? Or am i decoration
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