She's got the coldest of hearts

but it's not all her fault

Because her parents decieved her,

and said they didn't need her

They locked her up in her own mental jail

her thoughts were plainly pale

But she tries to act happy

you can't tell she's been hurt

Her life has spoiled

and has been treated like dirt

The neighbors hear glass shatter

as they yell and curse

And the girl has bruises on her face

who has it worse?

Her parents hate eachother

and can't stand to be together

She can't afford meals from school

and she's as light as a feather

As her dad comes home,

staggering and breath stale of beer

And her mother,

with packs of cigarettes in each pocket

The girl runs to her room,

locks the door,

and cries ongoing tears

She's bottled up her feeling

as a fierce, black rage

You can't tell she's been hurt,

she even makes straight A's

She's so young

and both parents are dead

Her mom, hung in the closet,

and her dad, on the floor, with a bullet in his head
 
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