So sick of their words
so sick of their lies...

Sitting on the floor
my wrists covered in red...

Holding my wrists in pain
letting myself go again and again...

Don't you worry mama, dad's not gone for...
the sun is going down, i don't know where u r,my...

Why can't you just back away
can't u see i don't want u to stay...

A knife in my hand
blood on the floor...

Ever since i was a little girl,
i was left all on my own...

Mommy mommy please don't cry
daddy daddy i hope you die...

This little girl, her very own
to love and hold, none of which she has shown...

This burning hell i feel inside
just take the pain why run and hide...

This little girl she had in her arms
the look on her face...

A little girl so happy so nice
a little girl made of sugar and spice...