The little girl lays on her bead
Crying her-self to sleep
The little girl gets the knife
In her voneralbe moments
The little girl feels the pain
Inside and out
This little girl in her mind seeks the answer to her problems
If only it were mine
The little girl draws a picture
Not like youre own
Its the only picture in the world
That will be a vibrant red and erase all you're problems
Why does this little girl lie down to her last sleep
Is this a little girl or is it me
Day to Night
Tears stream down her face
Why? Reasons you cannot bare
If only the little girl learned a little faster
Thought a little slower
Maybe she would still
be swinging on her swing set
I knew this little girl once in my life
I couldnt stop her i coudlnt watch
As she destoryed her life
But it wasnt really a little girl
Just the way she acts
She was a young woman in fact
But so childish you see
To land in the heavens
All because
of some guy....
