Theres a little girl
Hiding in the corner of your life
You hardly see her at all
But she's hiding with a knife
Waiting for you to notice
Waiting for you to freak
Gets you in the forehead
And cuts off all your screams
She's a sadistic little child
That everybody fears
Her nourishment is your trauma
She drinks up all your tears
It's said I am this little girl
It's said that i am rotten
But when the horror is all done
I am just once more forgotten
