The little girl that she raised is just hanging there Her mum walks til she falls down to the floorĪnd now nothing can take back what she just saw It's all over, all gone now she's greeting death The chair fell down as she took her final breath She stood up on the chair and looked down at the moon It was the world that she found out was hate and shame Look at me now are you proud of your precious jobīut she knew that her parents weren't the ones to blame She wrote a letter with her hands shaking wild She's standing on a chair tying a rope around her neck She knew exactly that she had to do it now Leading out for every cut her body consumedĪnd if somebody wanted to know she would blame the catīut these cuts on her wrist they were no mistakeĪnd noone cared enough to self her from herself heyĪnd here she is now stuck in this stupid crap She carried on like a soldier with a battlewound Tried to stop herself from crying almost every nightīut she knew there was no chance of feeling alrightīecause these cuts on her wrist were for noone to seeĭidnt think she would to anyone who seemed to miss it So from then on she kept it on the insideīut she was telling white lies cant you see She told you she was down you let it slip by Now she's older things are getting colder She was cheerful and happy for a short while
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