A hell of a life was in store for this girl
When she tried to move on but was stuck in this world
You see she tried to be strong and she tried to belong
But no matter the fight, she was just in the wrong
At the age of eight it was already too late
She saw her father kill her mother then she fell to his rape
Laying broken and abused on the bathroom floor
Her father kicked her ribs in then he called her a whore
Could anyone have helped, could anyone have spared
Her from this life of pain for which she's not prepared
Haunted and cursed, was it his smoke or his thirst
The fact it was her father made the sh*t even worse
Laying with her mother, never saying goodbye
As the world stood still, she just started to cry
She was left for dead, her thoughts covered in pain
She never felt so helpless like a tear in the rain

Now she was an orphan with no life of her own
The state took most her things, would she ever be known?
She kept a picture of her mother at the side of her bed
Hoping for a better place with a bright fate ahead
While the other kids had friends and supported each other
She only had the picture of her now deceased mother
They'd tease her and they'd poke her and they'd spit in her hair
She'd quietly just turn away, and pretend not to care
Her mother never judged her when they spoke in her prayers
And she needed her advice so she climbed up the stairs
As she entered her room she became so withdrawn
Of all the things they've done, now her picture was gone
The boys they tore it down and they lit it aflame
That was all that she had left, everything to her name
That night she packed her clothes, she's running away
Now that she was alone she hoped to find her own way

Years have passed, her dreams have died
She lived for something but that well has dried
She lost her faith and so she turned to drugs
She carved up her arm and she hangs with thugs
She's been in and out of jail with no one to post her bail
She decided that her life was just a massive fail
There's no future left, at least that's what she's told
Her soul had died back at eight years old
Shoot drugs, raped by thugs, taking everything they're after
Beg stop, till you drop, now the air is filled with laughter
Scraped ground, muffled sound, body's broken and in pain
Shout till you pass out, on your own can you be sane?

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