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She
She sits with a book
And writes with the ink
All that she feels, express what she thinks
Lines of hers build up on the page
Stories and moments, love and her rage
Even though the world doesn't care
She knows that she'll always be there for herself
She is all that she needs
When the world lets her down
She will always be there
In spite of them all for herself
Some broke her heart, emptied their lies
Stamped her down and laughed at her cries
She questions herself, sends all that she feels
Breaks herself down, builds herself up like steel
Even though the world doesn't care
She knows that she'll always be there for herself
She is all that she needs
When the world lets her down
She will always be there
In spite of them all for herself
Some think she's strange
But really don't know what's inside her
And when times are rough
And no-one cares
She'll always be there
She is all that she needs
When the world lets her down
She will always be there
In spite of them all for herself
She is all that she needs
When the world lets her down
She will always be there
In spite of them all
For herself, ohh
For herself
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For herself
For herself, ohh
In spite of them all
She will always be there
When the world lets her down
She is all that she needs
In spite of them all for herself
She will always be there
When the world lets her down
She is all that she needs
She'll always be there
And no-one cares
And when times are rough
But really don't know what's inside her
Some think she's strange
In spite of them all for herself
She will always be there
When the world lets her down
She is all that she needs
She knows that she'll always be there for herself
Even though the world doesn't care
Breaks herself down, builds herself up like steel
She questions herself, sends all that she feels
Stamped her down and laughed at her cries
Some broke her heart, emptied their lies
In spite of them all for herself
She will always be there
When the world lets her down
She is all that she needs
She knows that she'll always be there for herself
Even though the world doesn't care
Stories and moments, love and her rage
Lines of hers build up on the page
All that she feels, express what she thinks
And writes with the ink
She sits with a book
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