Far away in a dark dark room
The pounding of a fearful heart
A knife in her hand and many thoughts through her mind
Should she or should she not?
Her mother climbs the stairs,
One by one, but she is quite prepared for what she is about to embrace
She turns the knob and opens the door to see a horrible sight,
Her daughters slit throat and a puddle of blood around her,
She fell to the floor like a ton of bricks
Her only child was gone!
Far away in a dark dark room
The pounding of a fearful heart
A Knife in her hand and many thoughts through her mind
Should she or should she not
She did!
