Pretty little thing
With scars on her writs
She cries for her daddy
But he's been replaced
Shinny knife blood flowing down
Pretty little girl
She hit the ground
Mom comes to work,
See's the mess
Pretty little girl,
Ruined her Sunday dress.
Mom grabs the mop,
Says what a shame
Pretty little girl,
She has only herself to blame.
Weeks turn to months..
months into years
Pretty little thing released all her fears
Mom's in jail
Daddy's running free
Pretty little girl they should have left her be....
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