Little Girl (1)Mature

Little girl, little girl, why are you crying?

Little girl, little girl, there's no point in lying.

I can see the secrets behind your eyes.

The self loathing you're unable to disguise.

The stained red on your wrists,

I take the pain and give you a kiss.

Little girl, little girl, you wish you were dead.

Little girl, little girl, it's all in your head.

The End

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