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As the girl sits in her room, waiting for the man to leave
Tonight though she takes a vase and throughs it to the floor
She knows when he comes, so she tries to hide, crawled up in a corner
Her screems cannot be heard, even her mother is a light sleeper
The door is shut the window sealed, there is no way out
At nght he walks to her room, he hurts her inside and out
He took her mothers heart, and tortures her daughter
She hears the voices all around her, the clock strikes to 12:00
She spends good time peicing together a knife, to of course kill him
She takes it and breaks a peice of wood into a rectangular shape
She finds the sharpest peice she can find and pulls out a hammer
The man was dead, her mother was sad, and the girl was never the same
As he bleeds falling to the ground all turns off and is silent
As he searches the room the girl tosses the knife at him
The door slowley creeks open, the man walks in, the girl bundles
poster yourself
That girl . . . . . was
ME
