There was a little girl,
innocent and pure.
Once she let a boy inside,
And he became her fear.
She runs from all the promises, runs from all the lies.
Runs from the one who hurt her most.
Who killed the girl inside.
Her heart is now in pieces, blood dripping on the floor.
Her mind tells her to end it,
And her soul screams to cut more.
Now we're at her funeral,
may her body rest in peace.
That little girl hung herself
until she couldn't breathe.

~~Follow me down the rabbit hole he spoke,
To a place of delirium and fantasy.
Let your mind follow as your body stays.
As goosebumps creep up your skin.
Feel me when you laugh, little pinholes in your brain.
Run free with me dear Alice,  
For a trip to Wonderland.
Just rest that thin piece of paper on your tongue.
Come with me, old friend.~~