Behind calm eyes there's a gun ready to fire
Words from a pistol that she loaded with care
Swallowing pills in the early morning violet
Last night's dreams that are haunting her still
Scratches her arms
Just to keep her hands busy
Pulling her hair
When there's nothing to do
"Be calm" she says
To nobody who listens
Only herself
Who is only who cares
She's crumbling down into puzzling pieces
Sleeping in cars just to keep her alive
Screaming lungs out and filling the spaces
Feeding herself poison that the doctor prescribed
Under careless hair is a mind that is wasted
Knowledge and facts that are dying inside
The horizon pulls her away from her fear
Beyond the line that divides from the sky
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