Drops of rouge all over the floor
I know what this leads to
I don't hear any voices
You must've shut her up
Humiliation, fear & pain
So much a child can feel
I should've stayed with her,
Maybe I could stop you.
But I'm too small,
You would've crushed me,
Like you crushed all her dreams.
When I open this door,
Will she still be here?
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