I've been watching you little lamb, so quiet and withdrawn. You use to have such a spring in your step. Now where's your laughter gone?
I've been watching you little lamb, through torment and disrepair. You use to be vibrant and colourful. Now all I see is pain and worry all over a troubled mind.
I cry for you little lamb, for I worry you may Wither away to nothing. Constantly checking for approval.
My heart breaks for you little lamb, for I know you wont break free....