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Sitting at home,

Keeping sad memories.

Don't let them be forgotten.

She's afraid to speak.

To hear her own voice.

The voice, that has cried so many times.

Her past is like a movie,

Burning in her brain.

A movie, that keeps running all her

Lifetime.

Prisoner of the past

When she was born,

She was already dead.

Her parents did not want to keep her.

She grew up in sorrows.

She killed her grief with drugs.

All the time she lived on the edge of

Life.

She worships death,

She yearns for it.

She's counting the days, till she's

Face to face with death

Prisoner of the past

She needs someone to talk to,

She needs a helping hand.

No-one listened to

Her sorrows.

Don't you know she lives,

With a soul deep in her.

A soul, that was crying all her lifetime.