June
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She got her dreams crushed,
by the only man she thought she could trust.
The learing death was hard to resist.
When she's getting a taste of his fists.
The screams that echos so loud,
'cause she failed so miserably to make him proud.
The salty taste of her spilled heart.
it's the dripping blood that's tearing her apart.
It's a story so sad and true,
it should harm each one of you.
The world is spinning out of control,
heading to break each and every hopeful soul.
That boy was more that terrified,
he couldn't tell the truth, so he lied.
At home he fears a loaded gun,
as a daddy's waiting to kill his first born son.
As his mother watch and pray,
he had the guts to not look away.
He feels no pain as a bullet hits his heart.
The lack of love is what broke him in parts.
It's a story so sad and true,
it should harm each one of you.
The world is spinning out of control,
heading to break each and every hopeful soul.
There's a child with nothing to eat,
so she found a little empty street.
She had no place to run home to.
So she had no choice and nothing else to do.
Because of the home with a fathers touch,
so improper, that hurt her so much.
She'd rather stay out than sleep in his bed.
So she stays in the street, and the next day she's dead.
It's a story so sad and true,
it should harm each one of you.
The world is spinning out of control,
heading to break each and every hopeful soul.
It's a story so sad and true,
it should harm each one of you.
The world is spinning out of control,
heading to break each and every hopeful soul.
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