A little girl named Mary
Just wanted to play
But her mom locked her up
In a room everyday

She cried she starved
She wished she were outside
With all the other kids
She just wanted to run and hide

When her mom died so did she
She was left there to decay
While the little kids out side
Ran threw sprinklers and played

Mary came back to haunt the town
The little kids wouldnt dare make one little breath
For at night she would **** them
She would have revenge for her death

The little kids would tell stories
They called her scary mary
They made a song about her
They called it death fairy

"She's here its her 
Scary mary is in town
Don't open your eyes in the dark
Or dare to look around
She'll ****** you and claw
And take you away without a sound
She'll burn you and stab you
When no ones around
Scary mary is comin'
So whatcha gonna do
She'll eat you and **** you
You'd better run too 
For she's the death fairy
She's scary mary"

Darkness, my friend, we meet again
You finally meet me after the pain
Please complete the parts of my life
And stay by my side, although it was as sharp as knife
Despite you're one of my biggest fear
You're the only one left, when the end is near

Are you ready for a nightmare
Which comes every night
Presents the unwanted fairytale
They call it,
Arrival of The Dark Fairies
That allegedly can depress you
Drives you crazy
Destroys your soul into pieces
Makes you try to **** yourself
Knocks you out
Into the abyss of darkness

They vowed to torment humans
and will never let them go...

One day
A poor little girl dreamed
She nestled coarsely
By the fairies
And they asked her,
"Are you living,
Or just existing?"

I have decided that i am not sad or happy
I am numb for every emotion
I do not feel sad or happy
I do not know what i am
I do not feel mad or horrible
I just feel confused and numb
I still laugh, but then why do i cry?

How do i have feelings
How do i feel again?
Am i dying?
It feels like it...

Haunted town, forbidden dwellings
Somber roads and cloudy evenings
Spider webs, empty rooms
Dark spirits in ghosty tombs

Beautiful flower that in bloom
Tampered by the underworld
Asked me hardly in the doom
"Will you change this colorless world?"

Is it too late to have my eyes opened?
Is it too soon?
Well now they have
and all I see is a pen. 
This kind friend is the one
who allows me to be myself.

Love everyone
Every leaf
Every ray of light
Forgive