Why?
Dear, Attacker
Why did you pick me?
Was it it out of spite or envy?
But of course who am I to question you
Eyes of green jealousy envy is what becomes of you
Why did you do it to me?
A helpless little girl still wet under her feet
Why did it have to be out of the light?
Ha! You call yourself an attacker but your only showing fright
10 years later and you can't even look me in the eye
This shadows of your evil hands still cause me to cry
BUT WHY, O' WHY ??
You will not defeat me, for my eyes are now dry
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