She sits in a corner.
Knees to her chest and head down.
For she is lost, never to be found.
Thoughts are running wild within this child.
Her life remains madness and pain
Sadness and no gain.
But why?
Why should she break down and cry?
Wish that she would die,
While her young life, just passes her by?
Yes, she tries. Of course she does.
But what should have been...
Just never was.
All of her emotions are taking a tole
Each of them a massive role
In her out of control destruction.
She's going crazy,mad,insane.
This world she lives in holds the blame.
She wants it to be over,but it never will be.
She wanted her life to change it's venue
To remove her from its menue
For her insanity to be discontinued.
So where is she now? In a grave.
Leaving her family and friends to crave,
For her life.
To wish that she had never
Taken that knife.
The girl that no one wanted is finally gone..
So now people want to sing a sad song?
No.
Where were you before?
When that harsh world,
Was banging on her door?
So now your crying...
But what for?
The girl that nobody wanted,
Is here no more.