The Girl Who Never Left Her Room
Blonde Hair Go’s On And On
She Crys Tears Black With Srrow
Why Morn Somehting That It Not Needed
She Praed No Longer Please No Longer Must
This Go On End This As Christ Had Not Seen
Anything That Made Him Become Full With
Anger Who Could Make A Girl So Sad The
Pain The Pain How It Will Not Stop She
Trembles In The Corner Then Finds The
Silver End And She Finshs All The
Pain I No This Stroy For I Am The
Angel Who Became Of This Girl