Isabella Francis Biography

Rushing through my cheeks like a waterfall,
Beware of the night when tears fall.
Beware, for they won't let me sleep,
All through the night I'll have to weep.
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Dreams break
Houses shake
Your heart is shattered
You got to live your life
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Thick and dark my blood flows free,
As red as the rose you once gave me.

My feet are cold my hands are numb,
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I stood on the bus stop waiting and waiting
Watching the shadows on the street lengthening.

The bus however did not come, even if I waited night on night
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The breeze blows,
Soft and soothing as a caress.
The breeze blows,
Taking with it all the stress.
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