a little girl
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im done hiding in my home from you
im done thinking im yours
im done thinking that my body isnt my own
and im done being silent about you
Little girl, now don't be sad, I understand your pain,How you feel there's no way out,That you have gone insane. That you're a recluse through and through, No friends here you call home, The conflicting anguish inside you,To fight it all alone. T
Girl hospitalized in bed
Mother wishing that her little girl wasn't death
Doctors are saying that she's gone
Mother won't believe it and starts singing her a song
Mommy is here you don't have to go
She has passion in her eyes
While she tries not to cry
The cold hard floor has become her friend again
She can not practice through the pain
A little girl once did not care if
She was annoying the other girls and boys
Now this girl is too careful
Not to stare the wrong way
A little girl once smiled alll the time
