IV-III: The Battle of a Girl

Lovely, lovely, lovely girl
Wraps her hair in ribbon curls
You meant everything to her
But you only gave her hurt
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Lovely, lovely, lovely girl
Wraps her wrists with hateful words
You gave her lots and lots of time
To etch her skin with battle cries
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Lovely, lovely, lovely girl
Shakes her head and locks the door
Blades and blood, her only high
Since you fell from her stars and sky
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Lovely, lovely, lovely girl
Bleeds her way out of our world
Everyone seemed to care only then
She'll never be coming home again...