A punch in the wall, that's all it takes
To get the tears running
To get the girl running
From the strain
A shade over two shoulder blades
To hide the craze
To hide the maze
That she's following
A braid made of two locks
One from the past
One from what she hopes will last
To renew the wishes that did not come true
A girl stuck in time
Broken from the torture
Hoping for once she'll be the scorcher
Girl.
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