sitting on a swing all alone, no body to hold her hand
through her mind flow thoughts of killing off the world
she is young, but she knows that all people are danger
in a world where being a child, means getting hit for misbehavior.
random dreams of stabbing people with knives and machetes
waking up and sitting up the whole night just plotting
a broken girl with a screwed up mind, lost in her pain
an angel dancing in the devils mind, just trying to feel safe again.
standing in the corner hands tied, marks up and down her
through her blonde hair she sees them, just standing there
her repressed rage comes up through her throat and she screams
in her mind she sees them finally disappear, but they always come back.