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'Bruised' *written 7/9/06*
The girl that wears the crooked smile,
Is also the one that plays with crooked knives.
You'd love the way she hides,
Curled up in a little ball of self pity.

Isn't she pretty yet?
Why, she isn't crying?
Isn't she pretty yet?
Why,she's not dead yet?

Her laughter glitters like a thousand uncut diamonds.
The diamonds hide the tears as black as coal.
What she wants the most she'll never have
So she'll laugh a little more.

Isn't she beautiful yet?
Why, she's lying enough.
Isn't she beautiful yet?
Why, she cares enough.

Get a little more physical,
It's just what she needs.
Even is she feels your touch through bruising force.
Hurt reminds her of the thing she needs the most.

Isn't she gorgeous now?
Why, she's not battered enough yet?
Isn't she gorgeous now?
Why, she doesn't show love enough yet?

Crooked smiles hide the crooked lies,
She'll pay for the lies with her little crooked knives.
Such a pretty corpse she'll make,
After the weight of the world consumes her.