Forget her. That girl with the suicide blonde hair and the eyes that spelt pain. A blue that continued for eternity spinning in spirals mapping out her journey home.
Forget her. Almost as soon as it was on it was off, like someone with a romote flicking through the channels to find the best to suit the mood. That girl didn't suit your mood. She will always wonder in the wrong direction, so theres no point in chasing after a whisp of air.
Forget her. She minds, i can tell you this, she doesnt want to be forgoten but this is her destiny. To lead away from the trouble she has caused.
Forget her.
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