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It was a new sunrise, I picked out the daisies

Wore my best dress and my best smile

Held my arms out to welcome a new home

Battle scars, torn skin hanging from my bones

From all the dark I conquered just to get here

Oh, it was a beautiful sunrise.

I put my best foot forward, made you my home 

Draped my faith over you and held on,

Little did I know... The daisies were cactuses,

My dress was poisoned, my smile stolen

My arms were ripped, my new home was my doom.

All the snakes were calling me one,

And then I looked around and saw the colours fade,

The world was just waiting for me to break. 

Popped champagne bottles and confetti for every stab,

I was bleeding and they just called it wine,

Wished on angel numbers for you and now I curse

Broke my mirror and picked out a dagger

Carved out all the names in my skin

You believe what you want to hear

What's the point of truth if it's from someone you hate? 

You'd rather consummate with the lies of your lover, 

Killing me killed you just the same

Because every knife you stabbed me with

Was a double edged sword welded to hurt us both

Choose to believe a stranger over a friend

Put words in my mouth

Polluted my silence, proud bullies

The bad ones think they're good

My life wouldn't make a difference

But neither would my death. 

I said sorry for mistakes I never made

I took your discretions all in good fun

The chapter is far from over, darling

This is just the beginning, I know my worth now,

I've paid dearly for every ounce of it.

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