There once was a little girl.
She never could understand the rest of the world.
She saw things that shouldn't be seen by little girls.
Or be seen by anyone at all.
Things that aren't there and things that aren't real.
Things that not even time could heal.
She saw demons & devils and ghouls & ghosts.
She never saw reality, not even almost.
But no one believed her, no one understood.
Not even when she explained the very best she could.
People thought she was crazy, that this wan't just a phase.
So they sent her away for the rest of her days.
People forgot about this poor little child.
She couldn't be reached, there were too many miles.
Roads and roads of nothing, she was nowhere to be found,
but could it be that she never left these grounds?
There is a little part of her in every one of you.
Even thought most of you think this can't be true.
She lurks is the shadows and lives in the darkness,
making you all fell like you are all heartless.
She is your nightmare, your monster, your mind.
This wouldn't have happened, if you all just remembered that she shouldn't be left behind.