There's a girl sitting in the corner alone,
all alone.
You stole her all, when you took her home.
But the worst of all was when you left her.
All she needs is a friend, but nobody cares to help her.
So there she goes.
There she runs.
Nobody stops her.
The deed is now done.
That poor lost soul in the cold all alone, because you left her.
Look what you've done.
You killed her son.
And there she is, and she doesn't care.
All that she loved, you took away, and you killed it.
Now it's gone.
Murderer.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
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