Gallery of Pain: Sixteen Candles by Wicked
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Wicked
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Sixteen candles lit in the memory of sixteen years wasted
How is it that she feels so much older than this? Looking back, she realizes too much And she cries as the truth sinks in All these tears shed could never wash away the pain It could never rinse these memories from her shattered mind A little girl torn by the touch of a man She was only a child... Scarred inside and out She shows grief with blood Listening to words that can't possibly be her own And all the while asking questions she already knows the answers to Or does she? She always seems to ask herself why Why she let herself slip so far Why she let this happen to her Why she won't let this go Someone, please tell her It wasn't your fault... Blinded by the blood that is everywhere Thinking she has arrived at the final moment of what's meant to be Teetering on the edge of a mind that failed Pulling herself further into this place between life and death It's quiet there There is no sound except that of shattered dreams Shattered by those who put her here Here in this place of blood and tears Is this where the line is crossed? Is this where it can all be left behind? Death welcomes her in a way the world could not Is it worth it? So many little girls lost in so much confusion Did mommy's words hurt you too? Living with all her mistakes It seems neither of you had a choice So it would seem... Her life has hardly begun But it seems to have already ended She is only sixteen... |
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