Burnt So Bright When She Was Eighteen

 

I knew someone once...
She had her fire burning so bright when she was eighteen. Most times she only cries now and won't tell anybody why. She spend her nights in bottles; Now she's driving the wrong way. Car going at 95.

She wasn't a rebel growing up; Now she's dancing with the devil. Used to be a face to paint in all forms of examples of a good person. She found hope inside the Bible. Lost hope now suicidal. She's turned to the wine for her survival.

All these...
All these, she says, is simply being subtle.

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