Thoughts, They Grow Their Own Legs And Run Through Your Mind.

She's always crying
She's always crying
Does anyone even realise
She's always crying1

Don't you see the tears
Falling from her eyes
From all of the critize2

She's slowly dying
She's slowly dying
Does anyone even realise
She's slowly dying3

Don't you see the pain
Increasing through her viens
No longer is she sane4

Now she's dead
Now she's dead
Everyone realises that
Now she's dead5

All these questions
Run through her head
Now they all wonder
"Why is she dead?"

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