Nothing can replace,
The place you have in my heart...
Faces stare as she walks past.
A broken girl showing none of the light she once...
She is sitting in her room
On her bed all alone...
SCREECH! gate squeaks
as you close it behind you...
Little sister, in her taps
Small red dress upon their laps...
A Knife Is Pressed Against Your Throat
As Blood Runs Down Your Neck...
Ice cold eyes and diamond tears
looking back on broken dreams...
I want to be remembered as the girl that always...
And the one who could always brighten up your...
I, too, sing, America,
I am the beaten child...