Why God Why...
Little girl swinging on the playground,
Lay in bed crying at night,
Walking through the hall like everythings alright.
This is the story of her life,
Locked into tight suffocation,
This is the story of all the guilt and strife,
This is the last time he said those awful words.
His voice echoing through her head
Trying to forget how much she wants to be dead.
The accusations finally fly
The little girl starts to cry.
Why god why
Little girl swinging on the playground,
Lay in bed crying at night
walking through the halls like everythings alright.
This is the story of her life...