Little girl,  I think the water's
going to carry you out to sea
You once had fun with laughter
Now the tide carries you out with debris

You were a friend of good company,
never thought of you as a *** of honey,
I just loved your wit and funny remarks
Was happiness as I won't go to the park.

Needed a friend through the darkness,
I keep my curtain closed to sunlight
I was born cursed and not one of bless
I don't wish for sunlight to enter my sight

There's a fire-bug that I can never catch
I never asked to be the egg that hatched
I'm back to living in the darkness again,
I lost yet another good true friend.