The Final Cut
The Secret Society
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Seize the last chance
To fix up a heart
Profusely bleeding
Cause bitter words
Cut deeper than a sword
Her soul is hurting
She's lying on the floor
Fragile, insecure
Lost in confusion
Losing all the hope
Wandering through the shores
Of isolation
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Seize the last chance
To mend a vitreous heart
And staunch the bleeding
She clings to shattered dreams
Embedded in her skin
Like self harmed bruises
She leaves a note
And crawls upon the edge
Of disillusion
Then she takes a shortcut
Along a trodden path
The pain is over
Scratching open sores
Shouting at the world
Begging for support
But no one listens
Her eyes are full of tears
Her mind is full of fears
Fallen on her knees
She's going under
She's lost control
The final cut
To stop the bleeding