Little Girl Gone
Like a little kid
When the lights go out
My soul is dark and scary
This there is no doubt
My brain wages a war it cannot face
The pain haunts me in the deepest corners of my brain
My heart might as well have been stabbed
For someone else's gain
I can feel the blackness of the night
Spread throughout each vien
As the pain and anger and sadness creeps within
I can’t breath another breath
What happened to that little girl
The one who thought the world was hers
Who did nothing but smile
And the only pain she experienced was
The bark chips on the playground
Where is she now?
She is gone
Gone with her innocence
Gone with her happiness
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