Does he know how she hurts
The blades at night
Red covering the sky
And everyone just says hi
As they pass her by
In the midnight sky her dreams fade
She seems at home
And she's all alone
But he never stops to ask
If she feels like broken glass
If she wants to talk
No, they don't care
Let her wither here
And see her beauty and innoncene
Taken away
Honesty is the best policy
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GOOD!
I like the metaphors! All of the images help you to see it better. But, you go from 'he' to 'they,' which makes it a little confusing. Maybe you should either make it flow better or just change it to one or the other. Love it!!!!
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