1, 2, 3
Every scream went bleeding through these paper walls
And all the make up in the world couldn't hide the scars
I leave today
I'm packing light, a suitcase and toiletries
The rolling hills and willow trees
Of Carolina wait for me
You never learned the rules have changed since we were 9
This isn't school, boys don't assault the girls they like
The taste of blood
The claim of love
These two will here on cease to be
Sprouting from your fists and tongue
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