There's a small girl
With a big heart
In a big world
With a smile like art
She laughs and she plays
She walks the right way
She dances and she sings
Happiness she brings
She was so innocent
Thought the world was magnificent
She saw the world as a colorful place
And never suspected it was black and grey
That girl grew up, though
As all girls do
Pain she would know
She'd know depression, too
That girl was now a young lady,
Spending her time crying
In meadows with daisies
Wishing she were dying
A man came along
And asked, "What is wrong?"
She said she didn't know
Oh, she did though.
When the young lady
Was still a young girl,
She saw a tall man
With lots of black curls.
He said, "Hello!"
And she said, "Hi!"
He said, "There's a clubhouse, you know."
And she said, "I want to see it. May I?"
He lead her to a meadow
And did terrible things
He had led her
To a place where no bird sings.
With every touch he took a piece of the child
When he saw her tears she saw his smile
With his hands on her delicate body,
Her soul started slowly rotting
She didn't tell anyone
What that man did
Nobody knew
The secret she held from within
The girl transformed
Into a young lady
And sat crying everyday
In that same meadow with the daisies.
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 4:46 PM UTC
There's a small girl
With a big heart
In a big world
With a smile like art
She laughs and she plays
She walks the right way
She dances and she sings
Happiness she brings
She was so innocent
Thought the world was magnificent
She saw the world as a colorful place
And never suspected it was black and grey
That girl grew up, though
As all girls do
Pain she would know
She'd know depression, too
That girl was now a young lady,
Spending her time crying
In meadows with daisies
Wishing she were dying
A man came along
And asked, "What is wrong?"
She said she didn't know
Oh, she did though.
When the young lady
Was still a young girl,
She saw a tall man
With lots of black curls.
He said, "Hello!"
And she said, "Hi!"
He said, "There's a clubhouse, you know."
And she said, "I want to see it. May I?"
He lead her to a meadow
And did terrible things
He had led her
To a place where no bird sings.
With every touch he took a piece of the child
When he saw her tears she saw his smile
With his hands on her delicate body,
Her soul started slowly rotting
She didn't tell anyone
What that man did
Nobody knew
The secret she held from within
The girl transformed
Into a young lady
And sat crying everyday
In that same meadow with the daisies.
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