Willow was once a small little girl
With beautiful jade eyes and silky black curls
Who loved everyone and cared gor everything
As if she were a princess and Daddy, the king.
But then, Willow turned thirteen
She grew from cute princess to devilish fiend
Always wore black and hid from the world
Oh, what happened to that innocent girl?
Mommy doesn’t notice, Daddy doesn’t care
Instead of love she feels only despair
And that is why she drags the knife down
Because that’s the only emotion she’s found.
The only time she can feel is when her blood is on the floor
Innocent Willow, well, she doesn’t exist anymore.