everyone thinks shes the innocent one,

the naive, the small, the protected one

and she takes it all on herself

cause noone knows what they all think they do

no one looks through

that layer.

and you cant see what you never look for

and you cant read an open book if you dont know more

of the language than the words on the cover

dont open the cover

and youll never discover



the anger inside this little girl

the hate she has for the whole fucking world

the pain with no root or end to express

how much she is, when she thinks so much less

because when the world placates while turning its back

how can she know its not her that lacks,

but you?



and you stare into those big doe eyes

grinning, knowing you should despise

yourself for the hurt youll cause her.

and you talk without saying

anything worth knowing

and know shell be staying

when she should be going

and congradulate the man you think that you are

but you dont deserve her...

and she doesnt deserve this...

and as you make love, she clenches her fists with



the anger in this little girl

the hate she has for the whole fucking world

the pain with no root or end to express

how much she is, when she thinks so much less

because when the world placates while turning its back,

how can she know its not her that lacks,

but you?



dissappointed by everyone

just meeting herself

but she's on the run

from life.

and shes tried it all,

from the flight to the fall .

its an endless search...

and oh how it hurts...



everytime you beat her, she learns a new trick

she trades believing for anger with each and every new kick.

shes giving up on hope,

but not on life,

it wont ever be ok

but the knife just isnt right...



for the anger in this little girl,

and the hate she has for the whoel fucking world

the pain with no root or end to express

how much she is, when she thinks so much less.

because when the world placates while turning its back,

how can she know that its not her that lacks,

but you?



and for every tear you see fall from her face,

another inside dries up in its place,

and the heart that once bled for every soul

doesnt care anymore, will never be whole

will never be whole...



and shes all dried up,

fucking stone cold.

so young, so angry, so very old.

shes learning to hold on to herself but let go of her dreams,

she doesnt need you anymore,

it would seem.