She's like a little china doll
That's broken beyond repair,
Scars upon her snow-white wrists
And ribbons in her hair,
Her eyes are wide with innocence,
But she's tainted to the core,
She's lost who she was and left behind
The girl she was before,
False smiles on her painted lips
And eyes fixed on the ground,
Inside she wants to scream and shout
But doesn't make a sound,
They say beneath that head of curls
She hides a troubled mind,
She can't escape, she's trapped you see,
Frustrated and confined,
She knows that she's a hopeless case,
A nightmare, more or less,
But what can she do when she's so young
And in such a fucking mess?
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