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Cause I like to be insane.

They said she was beautiful,
Long before she danced with destruction,
Long before she lived in pain,
Where she wasn't far from reconstruction.

They said she was happy,
Before death stole her smile,
Took away her emotions and,
Replaced them with denial.

She used to be strong,
And stood bold and brave,
Until the most important lives,
Were the ones she couldn't save

She used to sleep,
Until in guilt she drowned,
That kept her wide awake,
And turned her world upside down.

She used to be beautiful,
Be filled with joy and care,
But that was before,
She saw suicide everywhere.