samantha bridget Biography

Sit down in the chair
All alone again
Make ups a mess
The house is destroyed
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Last night we cried
We were screaming and yelling
Last night I died
My body was cold
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A flower I pick
From a bunch
I prick my hand
From a thorn
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you should of done something
when you had the chance
you should of tried to save me
before it got worse
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Every night I cry
Every night I can’t sleep
Every night he comes and we speak
We talk for hours
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