I lost a little girl,
but my family doesn't know...
"Ha ha, you're dead!
Ha ha, you're dead!"...
And as she looked at the blade
She could not resist...
She would always come home crying
Being her mother, I didn't know why...
Death is the calling of a childhood friend
or a neighbors father, chilling sound...
In the spinning barrel
a cancer bullet hides...
To battle with an illness for so long and then die...
You love your life but how did life treat you...
Time goes so slow
Now that you're gone...
Depressed beyond words she reaches for her journal...
"Goodbye cruel world, may I rest in...
Broken.
My mind dark, menacing...
"Stop it pleaase!"
She yells while getting beat...
Crying in solitude
Hiding all my tears...