Feb 2020
Eyes closed tight
With the sounds of the night
Filling me with fright
Be a good girl they said
It constantly plays in my head
I wake to my bed
And I smell the flowers
Just like they said
With the sounds of the night
Filling me with fright
Be a good girl they said
It constantly plays in my head
I wake to my bed
And I smell the flowers
Just like they said
