Your Perfect little girl
With a bow tied in her hair.
Your perfect little girl, just doesn't seem to care.
Your perfect little girl runs around without a clue, your
perfect little girl just doesn't know the real you.
Your perfect little girl is slowly getting older, she's
getting smarter and seeing all the lies that you told her.
What was really in that cup? It wasn't water was it? It was
how you drowned yourself at night, with burning packages of
cigarettes.
Your perfect little girl isn't so perfect anymore. Razors
cut and tears fall as she lies alone on the floor.
You can thank yourself for this, you never cared to see. How
you tore apart your little girl she wasn't as perfect as
you wanted her to be.
She hated the world, and hated herself too. There's
only one person to thank for that, that person being you.
Your perfect little girl just simply needed a mom, one to hold
her and to love her someone she could lean on.
But that was far too much to ask from someone just like you.
Now your perfect little girl has nothing left to do.
You told her she was useless, a mistake that you once made.
Everything about her, you wish that you could change.
You say she's ugly and worthless too, little do you know
what she's trying to do.
She says she isn't hungry while she starves herself to
death. Wishing for the day when she takes her final breath.
The night you finally lost it, you hit her until she bled. She
had everything she was going to do, perfectly planned out in
her head.
She ran upstairs with tears falling harder than ever before,
she stumbled into her dark room as she gently locked the
door.
She slowly picked up her paintbrush and chose the pretty
canvas, but mommy the paintbrush was the razor and a the canvas
was her wrist.
Your perfect little girl screamed and cried but mommy you
didn't care, do you ever wonder what would've happened
if you had only been there?
Your perfect little girl didn't seem so perfect anymore, as
she layed there dead with all her pain thrown across the floor.
All she ever wanted was for you to love her too, but see that
couldn't happen when dealing with a mother like you.
You cared about your drinks, your money, and your cigarettes,
but you didn't care about your little girl made up of
tears, and regrets.
So congratulations mommy, you got what you wanted all along.
Now that your perfect little girl is out of your life and
gone.
Your perfect little girl with a bow tied in her hair. Your
perfect little girl is gone now, mommy why didn't you
care?