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Breaking, burning, always turning,
The wheels inside her head,
They make her scream and wail and cry,
Til’ she wishes she were dead.
Little Girl,
Is watching as the poison in the bottle,
Goes down,
Her mother’s body in the tub,
Another dream has drowned.
Crybaby knows that she’s insane,
There’s a darkness in her brain,
But it’s fun, oh so fun,
She feels no need to explain.
The years pass by, now Daddy is no longer.
Feel the darkness, now it’s getting stronger.
Those crocodile tears,
As she claims her innocence,
The lies that pass her lips,
She is the worst kind of sin.
Cry,Baby,Cry,
Another one dies,
A pacifier in her mouth as she watches sparks fly,
She laughs,
She cries,
She lived like she died,
Burning, screaming, now she’s dreaming
To her mother’s lullaby.
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