I wrote this song, and I dedicate it to Lira.
Who smiles that way?
Who flips their hair and turns away?
Who died today?
You're my answer, you're the one
Who needs the rain?
Who cries until she cuts a vein?
Who laughs through the pain?
You're my answer, you're the one
Time grabs you by the wrist, you're still
You life, it ended at your own will
I've always dreamed of things I needed to say
And there's always another way
I've always blamed myself for this
You always explained it as being bliss
But how could something like that be real?
What is the appeal?
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