remain a mystery


Little Girl


little girl
little girl
you have you hair
done up in curls

little girl
little girl
love has yet
to find you

little girl
little girl
born with rage
inside this cage

little girl
little girl
im your savior
look at me

little girl
little girl
im here to
set you free

little girl
little girl
follow me into
my dreams

little girl
little girl
i have control
i love you

little girl
little girl
i will never
hurt you

little girl
little girl
my face is
so inviting

little girl
little girl
you've reached the
end at last

little girl
little girl
love will never
find you

little girl
little girl
believe me
i love you

little girl
little girl
lie your head
down to rest

little girl
little girl
shed your final
blood filled tear

Submitted: Friday, December 11, 2009
Edited: Monday, December 14, 2009

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