Bang on my door
scream at me to open it
kick the door down
to show your tough
but there I am
hanging from the ceiling
your little baby
is dead see?
she gave up
tired of feeling lost
and lonely
and scared
death came fast
this rope burn will last
forever
on her neck
your blue-face baby
is gone
she left the hell
you call home
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