She was like made out of porcelain,
so fragile, she would collapse within a single touch,
with ruined make-up and snowy hair,
she ran in the cold, didn't think she'd ever make it,
her heart was cut in half with words as sharp as a knife.
Now all she could think of was how to escape from reality,
how to run forever and ever,
so no-one could ever hurt her again.
She’d freeze the laughter around her,
In her mind she was in paradise.
People looked, people heard,
She kept running til the end...nirvana was the beginning of a better world
She’d reach her hand out for freedom until she got what she deserved...
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