elena winters Biography

i picture stepping outside in the frosty air
the wind cracks my face like sidewalk cement
on the other side of the street there's a pale man
begging for coins under the light that shines above him
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all alone in this crazy home trapped in this room
no one here to talk too

but what i hear a whisperin soul
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hello murder whats your story?

murder #1
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no one can see me as i blend into the crowd
call me camouflage for i am invisible
yes.........invisible to the naked eye
i cry for attention from you and only you
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i see you
you see me

you turn away
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