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Hey little girl
With the beaded blonde hair
Where were the people
When life was unfair?
When you drowned all your sorrows
In bottles of beer
And drank till your body
Was poisoned.

Hey little girl
With the gothic black coat
Where was your mum
When you needed her most?
When you sat with your fingers
Choking your throat
Convincing yourself
That you're ugly.

Hey little girl
With the eyes full of stars
Where were they all
Whilst you fell in the dark?
When you played with a razor
Leaving a mark
That matched with the pain
Kept inside you.

Hey little girl
In the pretty red dress
Where were your friends
During times of distress?
When you lay yourself down
On a bed, to undress
For any who made
You feel wanted.

Hey little girl
With the tears in your eyes
Where were your loves
When you wanted to die?
When you sat with your hands
Cupped, facing the sky
Praying for someone
To save you.

Hey little girl
With the ghostly pale head
Everyone's here
Now you're finally dead.
Pills in your hand,
Stone cold on your bed
Their sadness too late
For your rescue.


 


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