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Anna Savelli

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Nice to meet you, she is sure
But you’ve heard her name before
Heard the stories that weren’t true
But here she is again, having to prove
An uphill struggle with no end
Always having to defend
Having to try hard to please
To undo the lies of her enemies
Once friends who changed their minds
But stayed there on the sidelines
Spread poison while she nursed a loss
A power game to show who’s boss
When they throw the knives
She throws peace plans
She’s the one covered in blood
Her blood on her hands
The witches were the ones burnt
But who started the fire?
They struck the match and all
Pointed their fingers at her
They cut themselves on
The shards of her broken heart
Took the little pieces
And blew them further apart
Cold villain or gold girl
Who is she really?
Hard to see the truth
Over the tales by adversity
Held her tongue when things were bad
But even in silence they called her mad
To take a stand would be to start a fight
She just wanted to do what’s right
Claim there are bullets in her sung word
But how many songs have they really heard?
Hides them away so they can’t accuse
Even so they make her lose
Her tears of pain they called a battlecry
She doesn’t even know why
They accuse her of drama
But they’re all okay to harm her
When they throw the knives
She throws peace plans
She’s the one covered in blood
Her blood on her hands
The witches were the ones burnt
But who started the fire?
They struck the match and all
Pointed their fingers at her
They cut themselves on
The shards of her broken heart
Took the little pieces
And blew them further apart
Cold villain or gold girl
Who is she really?
Hard to see the truth
Over the tales by adversity
Living in the shadow of
The reputation of a girl
Who isn’t her
And this shadow
Clouds her every move
Stuck in a rut
Of having to prove
Tries so hard to be good
Wonders where she went wrong
Hidden behind a wall of strong
When they throw the knives
She throws peace plans
She’s the one covered in blood
Her blood on her hands
The witches were the ones burnt
But who started the fire?
They struck the match and all
Pointed their fingers at her
They cut themselves on
The shards of her broken heart
Took the little pieces
And blew them further apart
Cold villain or gold girl
Who is she really?
Hard to see the truth
Over the tales by adversity

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