Counting
She counts the secondsShe watches the days go by
And she wonders why she has to endure this
Screaming " I don't care anymore"
Hope whispers back " One more try"
The wind whistles back " Who are you kidding?"
Her scars on the outside don't tell the whole story
The scars on the inside tell half
But her past tells all
Her future shows promise
Her face tells you shes worth it
Her wrists told you shes true
Your expression says there's a possibility
And your voice reassures her
So take her by the hand and run away
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