She is a sad little girl
Scared every night that he will come
He is much more deadly than any monster
With his sweet words and silent lies
What a sad little girl
The sad little girl begins to shake
As she hears footsteps by the door
She whimpers as the door knob turns
Knowing that he is coming back for more
What a sad little girl
Her love for him keeps her quiet
She is afraid that he will leave
She wakes every morning pretending
Nothing happened the night before
What a sad little girl
She sees him in the kitchen
He kisses mommy on the cheek and smiles
He does not look at her because of his guilt
He knows what he did was wrong
What a sad little girl
The lust is embedded in his eyes
Preventing him from being able to stop
He does not know what to do or say
As he sees her reading on the couch
What a sad little girl
One night he comes again for her
Only to find her body hanging on the wall
He kneels down and prays for forgiveness
For hurting his small little girl
Who is not sad anymore
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