When the girl looks in the mirror.
She is haunted by her face.
Shamed for being a disgrace
Beaten for the things that she loved
No matter how hard the little girl
In the all white dress.
Lived on through every tragedy.    
As all the hands were reaching for her
She made the right choice by not grabbing any.
Little girl run for your life.
Run and don't let your feet fail you.
Because if you don't escape them
You will become them.  
Consume everything that you hate.