My my how the time has flown.
Once a pure little girl, with a heart that shone.
An innocent life, oh so young.
What would she say, about what I've become?
Happy and carefree, light as a bird.
Now a heart of stone, of which no one has heard.
If one were to whisper, in the little girls ear.
Would she believe she's become, what she once used to fear?
Pure little angel, so small and so sweet.
Horns of a devil, where that halo used to be.
Face cast in shadow, with sadness that dances.
Quite the opposite now, no longer small and defenseless.
Listen up, little girl.
For you do not have much time.
This world is going to harden you.
It will not be kind.
Enjoy it while it lasts, before the fury and pain.
For you, my dear one, still have so much to gain.
Let yourself love, and be wild and free.
And don't waste your life, wishing to be me.
Feb 26
Feb 26, 2026 at 9:45 PM UTC
My my how the time has flown.
Once a pure little girl, with a heart that shone.
An innocent life, oh so young.
What would she say, about what I've become?
Happy and carefree, light as a bird.
Now a heart of stone, of which no one has heard.
If one were to whisper, in the little girls ear.
Would she believe she's become, what she once used to fear?
Pure little angel, so small and so sweet.
Horns of a devil, where that halo used to be.
Face cast in shadow, with sadness that dances.
Quite the opposite now, no longer small and defenseless.
Listen up, little girl.
For you do not have much time.
This world is going to harden you.
It will not be kind.
Enjoy it while it lasts, before the fury and pain.
For you, my dear one, still have so much to gain.
Let yourself love, and be wild and free.
And don't waste your life, wishing to be me.
