Ripped up shreds of paper
Scribbled, pencil scrawls And a world full of words All her own Hands go in pockets And fists go in walls Outside of your tortured soul There’s a world That’s all your own There’s a shining summer day And a beautiful winter night Full of warm smiles Full of love There’s friends you’ll have forever And pain you’ll never heal from And inside of it all There’s a world All your own
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