Just a child, buried alive,
Punished by all for the tears she cried,
Hiding away now, won't let nobody see her face,
People laugh at her now, spit on her grave
Memories fade, of when life was nice,
Got a little older, paid the price,
See her body, cold as ice,
See her cry, ran out of time.
I watched that child die, and lost my head,
She's just a child, tiny hands, now dead,
I saw in that child a shadow of me,
Spit on her grave, never let her be free
Memories fade, of when life was nice,
Got a little older, paid the price,
See her body, cold as ice,
See her cry, ran out of time.
Why can't you just stop, let go of your pride,
I'll show you what it feels like to be the one who dies,-
I'll cut into your wrists, carve her name there neat,
Ten red roses for her, red with your blood and it smells so sweet
Memories fade, of when life was nice,
Got a little older, paid the price,
See her body, cold as ice,
See her cry, ran out of time.
I'll get revenge, eyes on fire,
You'll pay the price of death, my only desire,
To you she's long forgot but in my head I'll always know,
It's time for me to set her free, take this little girl home. |
