There\'s a little dead girl.

There//s a little dead girl
Climbing up my stairs
Dragging her chains and tresses
Faster than she dares

There//s a little dead girl
Opening my bedroom door
She lets the wood hang open
And crawls along the floor

There//s a little dead girl
Playing with my house of dolls
SheÃ's snapping of their heads
Singing "for whom the bell tolls"

There//s a little dead girl
In the corner of my room
Her head clicks side ways
She's glaring at the moon

There//s a little dead girl
Staring with no eyes
Little pits of blackness
Filled with tears she can not cry

There//s a little dead girl
Crawling across the wood
Wishing she had to smile
Just like how she would

There//s a little dead girl
Pulling up unto my bed
Singing to herself
Her hands they feel like lead

There//s a little dead girl
With her hands down upon my eyes
Little fingers of burning ice
Pulling themselves deep inside

There//s a little dead girl
Feeding upon my life
I try to get away from her thoughts
Of her mother with a knife

There//s a little dead girl
Deep inside my heart
She can never leave me
She's become my other half.

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