She slipped, she crashed, she burned
She struggled up, and tried to learn
She can't figure out the lesson
There's too much pressure, too much tension
Her head is filled with pointless dust
Her brain is rotting, beginning to rust
She can't understand why it's like this
All she wanted was some well earned bliss
Her mind is mangled, it cannot rest
She's in a frenzy, her life's a mess
But she hassome peace--a bit of quiet
She has some peace from the riot
That is her family, that is her kin
She knows who she can put her trust in
She's happy despite her outward face
She's happy that love has found place
In her heart so lonely and so shattered
She's finally found something that matters.
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