• There was once a story of a sad little girl
    who sat all alone in her little dream world

    until one day someone came with stories to tell
    they didn't knock on the door, they didn't ring on the bell

    little girl, she fell hard, little girl, she fell fast
    she was in love and happy and no longer alone at last

    she threw away her dream world, she had someone to care for
    yes she threw all away for she needed nothing her, nothing more.

    The seasons passed, kingdoms rose and they fell
    little girl was alive and breathing and well

    until one day when things started to get strange
    little girl, she got clingy, little girl was deranged

    with poor self image and cries for attention
    she suffocated her lover, she did things not to be mentioned

    five months can pass in the blink of an eye
    five months and it ended, little girl was lost and awry

    she still clung to her lover, or her lover no more
    the one who didn't ring on the bell, or knock on the door

    little girl was left with nothing, nothing but black
    it surrounded her, drowned her, placed a knife in her back.

    she would sit and she'd cry, she'd clutch her own chest
    where her heart, barely beating, begged to be put to rest

    her pain followed her like a shadow, it was there wherever she went
    she couldnt escape it, she couldnt evade it, it was always there, devil-sent

    she needed to be needed, but she was needed no more
    it filled her with sorrow straight down to her core

    her lover was there, the girl she loved so very much
    but little girl wanted to forget, to forget about love

    to forget about pain and forget about her
    to forget about all and go back to her world

    but her world no longer existed, it was long since gone
    along with little girl's dreams, her hopes, her stories and songs.