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It all began when she was four, innocence gone, lost behind her bedroom door, not a
child anymore. While no words were spoken,she thought she was broken, drowning in shame,
she thought that she was the one to blame. She couldn't see that life, it doesn't give
much time. Sometimes there's no reason to the rhyme. That it's just a story, and it's
just lie. And if you believe it maybe you won't see what's on the other side. It's just
a story. It's just a lie, and if you believe it, if you believe it...She carried it for
a long time, days into years, she would cry "why was it me?" She fed the lie with whiskey
and wine, living in fear, she prayed to God let me be clear, of the thing she did to me.She
couldn't see that life, it doesn't give much time, maybe there's no reason to the rhyme.
It's just a story. It's just a lie, and if you believe it maybe you won't see what's
on the other side. It's just a story. It's just a lie, and if you believe it, if you
believe it...