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Close Your Eyes
I see you through the dark,
through closed eyes and broken skin
Down the alley where no dog has barked,
And all dreams come to an end.
Your screams haunt me in my sleep,
Your battered body on the ground.
Blood stained and in a heap,
Never again to make that sound.
You're crying in the alley,
Touching you on the shoulder is me.
You're so lost in your own misery,
I don't think you even realize it's me.
Your screams haunt me in my sleep,
Your battered body on the ground.
Blood stained and in a heap,
Never again to make that sound.
Tears are streaming down your cheeks,
I can't reach you in your nightmares.
It's been years and months and days and weeks,
Since he raped you near that fair.
Your screams haunt me in my sleep,
Your battered body on the ground.
Blood stained and in a heap,
Never again to make that sound.
Where did I go wrong?
It's my fault you had to die.
I ignored your sorrowful song,
I turned deaf ears to your cry..
Your screams haunt me in my sleep,
Your battered body's on the ground.
Blood stained and in a heap,
Never again to make that sound.
Holding you in my arms,
The warmth leaves your eyes.
Slowly, you start to lose your charms,
Staring blankly at the stormy skies.
Your screams haunt me in my sleep,
Your battered body on the ground.
Blood stained and in a heap,
Never again to make that sound.
And I wish I could hold you again,
Your tiny limp body's so cold.
As your life comes to an end,
Your memories are all I hold.
Your screams haunt me in my sleep,
Your battered body on the ground.
Blood stained and in a heap,
Never again to make that sound.
Never again to make that sound.........
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