To the graveyardYou have to believe herYou have to believe she's trying really hard,You have no idea how she feels in the dark!Alone and Scared cause no one is thereCrying and Dying cause no one caresShe's tired!But not the tired you fix with sleepShe's weak!She needs help getting back on her feetShe's breaking!She's falling apart piece by pieceShe's Heartless!Because she's already lost all hopeof findingsomeone to save her, pull her out of her holenot any holebut in the graveyard where she's among people she knows
The demons stole her happinessShe found happiness,finally she was free-how happier could she be?Butwhile she was asleep,something lingered in her shadowsit snuck upon her,now she's broken and hallow.She screamed but no one heardThe Demons laughed at her, pity cry.She cried tears of bloodand her throat was now dry"Stop, this isn't fair!"she said yelling at Her DemonsButThey tore her apartNowShe's back at the start.
Depressed GirlI hated her! I hated her so much.I didn't kill her no, I wanted to watch her suffer.I called her names and made her starve,I carved mean things on her scrawny arms.I lied to her and made her bleed,for, she was to weak to stop me.So I scarred her some moreI made her leave the people she love,and love the people she hate,little did she know that thiswasn't just a game.There's a twist to this storyin which you'd probably not guessthat little girl is mein a blood soaked dress.