FOUR YEARS LATER. ELIZABETH'S POV The music lyrics pounded in my eyes very loudly as I danced to the song. Now I lay me down to sleepI pray the Lord my soul to keepIf I shall die before I 'wakeI pray the Lord my soul to takeI, I keep a record of the wreckage of my lifeI gotta recognize the weapon in my mindThey talk shit, but I love it every timeAnd I realizeI've tasted blood and it is sweetI've had the rug pulled beneath my feetI've trusted lies and trusted menBroke down and put myself back together againStared in the mirror and punched it to shattersCollected the pieces and picked out a daggerI've pinched my skin in between my two fingersAnd wished I could cut some parts off with some scissors"Come on, little lady, give us a smile"
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