A poem about a little girl with a life so terrible, she's happier in death.
|Little girl, go cry on your bed.
Your daddy's gone, your mommy's dead.
Your sister left with some guy.
Your brother's somewhere getting high.
You have no one, you're all alone.
No one can hear you cry and moan.
Little girl, scream real loud.
See if you even make a sound.
You're scared of the dark, afraid of thunder.
"Where's my daddy?", you lay there and wonder.
Your daddy's drunk at some bar.
Don't worry, death isn't too far.
Little girl, lay there and cry.
No one cares as you wither and die.
You're a tiny flaw in life's perfect plan;
The result of a drunken one night stand.
Just rest your head and close your eyes;
Breathe in and out for the very last time.
Little girl, now you're dead.
There's no more pain, no more dread.
Now you cry those happy tears,
And laugh as they wash away your fears.
Now you're safe, now you're free.
That is the happiest way to be.