She stood in her pretty pink dress,
Pretty with her long blond curls,
Her lightly painted lips,
And softly blushed cheeks,
No one ever knew,
That someone so young,
Could go so crazy.
She was a 4'3 nine year old girl,
With issues and everything wrong in her world,
She just wanted to fill her emptiness,
But instead spilt blood on her dress.
She stood in her pretty pink dress,
Pretty with her long blond curls,
Her lightly painted lips,
And softly blushed cheeks,
No one ever knew,
That someone so young,
Could go so crazy.
No one came to her party or even said happy birthday,
Her mother and father sat there the whole day,
Just hoping for someone, anyone to come,
They just wanted their daughter to feel loved.
She stood in her pretty pink dress,
Pretty with her long blond curls,
Her lightly painted lips,
And softly blushed cheeks,
No one ever knew,
That someone so young,
Could go so crazy.
How could someone so pretty and such loose ends,
Have no one at all, not one single friend,
How could someone so pretty, and so much like a sweet baby,
Have no one at all, and go so crazy.
She stood in her pretty pink dress,
Pretty with her long blond curls,
Her lightly painted lips,
And softly blushed cheeks,
No one ever knew,
That someone so young,
Could go so crazy.
Why did she blame her parents for the love she did not recieve,
Even on her favorite day no one came to her house for Christmas Eve,
It got cold and dark then begain to rain, she stood alone and still,
Trying to figure out why her parents were killed.
She stood in her pretty pink dress,
Pretty with her long blond curls,
Her lightly painted lips,
And softly blushed cheeks,
No one ever knew,
That someone so young,
Could go so crazy.
She ran into the rain,
Collapsed, screamed, in pain,
She just wanted to be loved by the world,
Birthday murder girl...
She stood in her pretty pink dress... |
